Karissaleigh your post struck a chord. I remember living in one step up from a crack shack, I had a horrible urine soaked mattress and a broken breakfast table as my only furniture. I would come home to piles of empty bottles and can, with literally nothing to hold on to but endless cycle of "self medication." Starting to see hope has been one of the biggest things for me in this struggle. It has completely changed my outlook and now even if I slip just a little bit of mess around the house drives me up a wall! Its amazing how these things go hand in hand. Thanks for sharing.