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Brighter Day

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.

Over the next couple of days, I knew that I had to reach out for help. I had recently given rides to a friend who had... Login to read more
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