I drank for most of my life. It was my go-to for everything from bad to good. I had almost died a few times because of it. You would think that would have sobered me up, but instead I wanted to keep going down. It wasnt until i was a bottle of rum and a twelve pack deep, jobless, wanting to end my life that I broke down and cried out for help. The next day the girl I loved told me to make a choice. That weekend I went to church and a friend told me about a step study. I fell off the wagon during the inventory, but have pushed forward ever since. Words of encouragement: Find what makes your soul happy. You’ll then know how it feels to live.