I did. Three years eight and a half months ago. I stopped drinking. I felt I had to. It was killing me. But that’s me. I did something, something for years I feared. The impossible, my constant companion put to rest. The beginning of a new way that I’m still figuring out. But I earned my life back. At least the chance to have one. I won’t get it all, maybe hardly any of it. But I’ll see You. And you’ll see Me. And that makes it all worthwhile.