Alcohol didn't necessarily keep me feeling stuck in low, it was just that I was so terrified of how I was behaving when drinking that I wanted to erase that fear by drinking more and more, which took me down to that low every time. I wanted to be there, I didn't want to have to feel anything.
Yesterday I drove by the neighborhood where my second wife and I lived and where my daughter was born. I started to go back to that place of depression, but my recovery doesn't allow me to stew in that for long, my feelings of gratitude and the abundantly good life that I have now bring me much brighter days.