A new day. That’s it. That’s the one. That’s my last chance at sobriety. This was where I was at in the middle of 2014, or maybe even in the beginning of that year. I had known I was heading toward sobriety for a long time. Say, ten years. (I’ll go into how my drinking started another time.) But early on, I was pretty sure it wasn’t going to end well; it was just a matter of how long was it going to take me, how bad was it going to get, and what kind of ending are we talking about?
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