May 27th, 2022 I got off work and bought a 750ml bottle of Captain Morgan. This was more or less a nightly occurence. I woke up the following morning, finished off the bottle (less than a single shot thanks to the previous night), and thought “I’m done”.

Excluding the single glass of champagne and a little sip of margarita at a loved one’s wedding last month, that thought has proven correct. It makes no sense to anyone who’s dealt with addiction. Every day I felt myself being pulled toward the bottle, then all of a sudden that feeling was gone. The cravings are gone. Hell, I once got nauseous from friends even talking about alcohol too much.

It was like I had tried for a while to escape from a prison and eventually accepted that I’d die there. Then I woke up in an open field with no explanation. It’s bizarre. I can’t explain it. But you won’t hear me complain.