Drinking was destroying my life. That's an understatement.
I didn't care about anything other than drinking. I hated the work week; I just wanted to get done as quickly as possible so I could drink again.
I didn't care about spending time with other people; if there was no alcohol involved, it could have been my best friend in the world and I wouldn't have showed up. I didn't care about my significant other; I had to drink anytime I was around him, or else it wasn't "worth it."
When I got drunk, I would lie. I would call my ex and I would cry. I would get hurt. I would fight with my significant other.
And these were on the "good days." The bad days looked like jail, hospitals, embarrassing myself in front of a crowd, sex with strangers, smashing windows, fights, you name it.
I almost lost everything I had. Everything that was good in my life would have been robbed by alcohol.
But guess what. I never have to pick up that first drink again.
It's the first drink that's the problem. Not the 5th. Not the 10th. The first. Because once I start drinking, there's no telling where I stop.
Thanks everyone for being here.
