I do really good for a while, up to a few months. Then inevitably it seems, I'm back like Jack. But every time I fall I do learn something. Regrets keep me going. Oy! Will I ever be completely sober? Will I ever be able to say, "I've been totally sober for blank-blank years?" I don't know but I'm trying. When the cravings hit I've been trying to remind myself of bad things that happen when I'm under the influence of substances. I've just gotton so bad throughout the years, I can get high off of anything. I've huffed and I've puffed. I hope my house is made of bricks.