While alcohol was my drug of choice, uppers were a close second. Usually it was cocaine but a LOT of times meth was all I could find. I figure I spent $1-2k/month on bar tabs and baggies for at least the last decade of my addiction. And the money was nothing compared to the emotional pain.



Then something happened. I'm still not exactly sure what but mostly I think it was a willingness to try something different born from a desperation that had finally gotten bad enough.

That was November 2, 2013. I was 34. I now refer to that as my sobriety date. As I type this tonight, I have just turned 37 and I haven't put a drink of alcohol or a mood or mind altering drug in my body in over 2 and a half years.

Pretty impressive for a drunken dopehead of my caliber. As much as I'd like to though, I can take very little of the credit. What I did was stumble in the door of a 12 step meeting with a (finally!) honest desire to stop drinking and doing drugs. The wonderful people in those rooms and the program itself did the rest. All I did was show up.