I was 23 years old when I put down the drink. Alcohol ruined my life. And it was only getting worse, never better. I'm now almost 52 and my life is incredibly full of experiences and joys that when drinking were not only impossible, but unimaginable. All I cared about was where my alcohol was coming from. Alcohol is a liar. The only thing you're missing is misery. To keep on drinking, for me, was missing life. Can't tell you how grateful I am that I found recovery when I did, and a moment later.