My drinking of thirty years with several years of sobriety took me to a place I never thought would happen to me...A DUI convinced me that my time was up...NOT because of the DUI, but because I hit two parked cars with a family in one of those cars...I could have killed someone and that still haunts me to this day...
I relapsed after seventeen months and for two days I stayed in my bedroom and drank so that I could passout and not FEEL...What kind of existence is that?
I really feel like I have no other options, that if there is a next time of relapse, I may not come back to sobriety...