When my mother moved out of the house that was my childhood home, she called me and said, "I think I have some things that belongs to you. Will you come see if you want them?"
They were vodka bottles that had been hidden in the back of a closet for almost twenty years, since I was about 18. As an adult, I didn't hide my primary bottle -- I kept it in the freezer, but I had another under the sink behind the cleaning supplies that I'd use to refill it so that no one knew how much I was drinking.
And I'm a current alcoholic who's been sober for a few years now. I've recovered from a hopeless state of mind and body, but I'll never recover my ability to drink. I never had it in the first place.
Peace & Love,
Sugah