I’ll never drink again, but there are some days still that I wish my mind could be as numb as it was while I was a raging alcoholic. That thought is usually replaced with remembering how shitty I always felt and how I didn’t give a fuck about anything. Life was a blur.

A mostly clear mind and recovering body is a very good thing. Daily stress is easily managed with regular exercise and chronic anxiety and depression is only a tiny fraction of what it once was. It’s a good life now.

I believe the lifestyle changes not only lengthened my life, but it also stretched out my perceived time as well.