Gotta love it.
I’m 42 years old. On August 30th of 2014 I had my last drink at the tender young age of 41. That was just about 8 months ago. At 2 AM on August 30th I woke up in the middle of the night and had what can only described as a moment of complete clarity. I woke up my wife and told her that I was finished drinking. She was skeptical of course as it certainly wasn’t the first time she had heard this but I knew it was different. Since that moment I have not once had a thought about consuming alcohol. What an interesting journey it has been since then but I’ll leave that for another post or 10.
I’m not big on words like “alcoholic” or “disease” because any rational thinking person understands everything you do in life is a choice. Some choices are fucking…
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