I drank from 30 years old to 37. During the last couple years I noticed I developed really high blood pressure. I tried to quit and did for a couple months but I wanted to party and didn't give a crap.
I continued to drink even though my lower number was 108 I think it was. Then the weeks rolled on and the months also.
As I drove up on the beer distributer I wasn't excited as I once was and felt tired of it. It's almost as if it just all clicked and my body suddenly was aware I was pulling up to the poison center and got tired.
I wanted to be an alcoholic and I was, my dream came true. I wanted to party until I was 50 or 60 because I didn't drink as a teenager or in my 20's. But little did I know my body didn't want to do it. It let out some big cries and when I think about it it still hurts me in my mind to think i did this to my body.
We all will die from it if we don't stop.