IS THAT ALL THERE IS?

By the time I hit bottom at age 32 I felt as if I had led a failed miserable life that was coming rapidly to a disastrous end. My dad had succumbed to alcoholism six months previously. My business had failed, and I was in the midst of what I pray was my last drunk.

Oh, I'd been uncontrollably drunk and blacked out many times, but this time it was different. I couldn't sober up. Much worse, booze no longer gave me the warm, glowing high it once did. I simply drank and then passed out. When I came to, I would be shaking, going through withdrawal in and out of the DTs until I took a... Login to read more
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