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Now that's he sober, he's counting the days of his life, not the days until his death
I returned home around 10:30 in the evening on the final night of a good three-to-four day bender. I felt empty inside and overwhelmed. I lay down on my bed and began to weep.
Something had to give. I cried out to my Higher Power, whom I choose to call God, and asked him to help me because I couldn't go on living that way anymore.
I was immediately comforted. I rose from my bed and headed to the closest bar.
I drank what would be my last drinks.
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