I could rest assured that if I kept drinking I would have ended up dead or worse.
I know that with all of my heart, but the crave lurks.
It will be there for the rest of my life.
Unfortunately, booze related trauma is for life. It is the kind of dirt that never washes off.
I saw a lot of people in rough shape today at work.
Edgy, red eyed, craving.
I was cool and collected.
One day, one hour, one moment at a time. Suffering and time were my tools.
Getting the heart rate up is a key for me as well.
Thanks.