I gave up all alcohol, pot, and cigs more than a year ago. I had to in order to stay married. Alcohol also ruined what my new medications were intended for. I'm happier, and being with family who drink, within limits, does not cause me to want to join them, or feel the need I need it. Of course those feelings take time, but for me a year or less. But I rarely drank to the point of passing out, but I certainly tide on big ones with both pot, whiskey, and smoking one cig after another. Not much over one or two years ago, Bella Coola, B.C.) I spent over a month alone at my cabin next to the Bella Coola River in rain forest, and I purchased lots of Crown Royal whiskey, and the local Newhawk Indians provided me with good pot. Coming home, driving the 3,000 miles by myself, without any sleep what-so-ever, and 56.5 hours driving, got home. Soon after my wife had me go see a psychiatrist, which I think saved my life, and marriage. My wife had had enough. She fully knew I needed a psychiatrist, and soon.