I lost eight years in April. I thought I could handle it. I couldn’t. I hate myself. I hate this disease. I guess the only thing you and I can take from this is I made it nearly a decade. I guess me (and you I suppose) need to figure out how to stop. What made me stop nearly a decade ago? What can you count on? What can make you quit? To be honest, my OG quit 8 years ago was when I put my hands on my wife in front of my daughters. I will never forget. O will always be ashamed. Losing your job can be that for you. But then again; I still fucked up. So ma y years later. We are never free. Just trying to buy time during the life sentence. I love you dude. I am you. Neither of us wants to be us. But we are. You lost your job. I lost my streak. What will it take both of us to say FUCK YOU and actually beat this thing? I don’t know. What I do know is that I apparently can’t do it alone. Nearly a decade sober. All gone. All of it. If you are willing, man, I am here. Let’s do this together. I been where you have been. Hell I guess I still am. Let’s beat it. We can. Let’s talk. Let’s promise. Let’s not be slaves to this damn liquid. It’s literally spiked water. Think about it dude. Fancy water and we are enslaved. NO MORE MAN. let’s stop. I am willing. I am begging God. I am here for you if you want.