Even today, when one of my roommates has left a re-corked bottle of the wine in the refrigerator, I look at it and think "What's wrong with him? What kind of moron saves that little amount of wine?"

It's moments like that when I have to remind myself that I am an alcoholic of the hopeless variety. I can't leave a glass of wine for tomorrow. I have to drink the whole bottle, another bottle, your bottle, and then I'll call my dealer and pick up some coke, go and find myself some lower companions, run out of money and whore myself to keep the party going. That's what I did. That's who I was. That's who I AM if I take a drink. I need to remember that.

So what kind of moron leaves that much wine? The kind who can. God bless him.

Most days I don't even notice the 3/4 full bottle of wine in the fridge. It's just not my thing anymore. I notice when the milk is getting low. I notice if there aren't the kind of apples my daughter likes, or enough of the the kind of cheese she likes since that's all she really likes to snack on.

I'm moderately to very crazy these days. But I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. And it NEVER occurs to me to drink. The obsession was lifted, just like they said it would be. I will do more to show how grateful I am for the life I have today.