I quit for real 1993. Life is good now. Still I suffer from an immense sadness. I lost so much and so many. Sometimes it feels like it's too late for anything and everything. Part of the whole picture is also that I think I was born with a certain lack of energy and sadness. I was always prone to melancholy even before the whole booze business started.
I need to let go, but that's so easy to say. You can say all kinds of wise things ... like the ones you see on all these motivational sites ... but to actually anchor them in your own mind -- that's a whole different story.
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