The first time....well like many....I couldn't live an alcoholic life anymore. I was suffering the physical effects and I couldn't stand who and what I was.
I relapsed in April and got back on the wagon because I couldn't take the physical pain of drinking anymore and I am certain I was going to die. Yeah....I got so trashed on my bender that I was popping pain meds and all sorts of pills prescribed for an injury.
For me....I want to live and do every darn thing possible to be the best person I can be. If the good Lord hadn't taken me already there surely is a plan for me. Now I am teaching again and doing so much more again. I lifted that veil of alcohol to see what was truly off in my life and I have and will continue to take the steps to improve each and every day.
Yeah....I hate alcohol...and how it almost destroyed me.