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Alcoholism is a progressive, unstoppable disease that wants nothing more than to kill you.
I've been reading your stuff for a long time, Brizzolara. It's no surprise that you're a fellow alkie. Me, too. Got sober in 1988, and I thought I'd be sober forever. I managed to stay sober for 7 whole years, I mean not a drop. No drugs, either. But then I fell off the wagon, and took up where I left off, except that I wasn't drinking every night like I used to. And so I rationalized that this was ok. But I was still miserable, with a sense of impending doom, and abject failure. I got sober again in 1996...another 3 years clean and sober, and fell off hard again on New Years Eve 1999. Just recently got sober again, like about 2 months ago, and I have no idea what the future holds, which is the thing about relapse. You can't honestly say you'll never drink again. There are no absolutes, except the one big one...that alcoholism is always there and is always trying to kill you. Thanks for the honesty. Elvis— June 10, 2008 1:56 a.m.