Other Lives, Other Paths

When I first got sober, I didn't think that I had hit much of a bottom. I was 34 and recently divorced, but at the time I didn't consider the divorce a consequence of my drinking. I knew that I was emotionally a mess, but I had a great job and was progressing in my career. I had plenty of money, a nice car, and I was physically in shape. The realization of the extent of my losses from drinking didn't come until later. It was only later that I understood what a full life really looked like.