I've read this thread a few times and really appreciate the openness of my fellow BOTL.
Like many others on here, I had a rough go at it in life for many years. Divorced parents, biological dad was a dope dealer who took us on deals/made us lookouts/ etc., no child support to our Mom so we lived in poverty, watched someone try taking my Mom's life in our apt., more poverty, living in relatives homes, moving around, and you all know how it goes. My Mom got remarried, and my Dad now is the man that saved our lives.
Naturally though, partying until I was completely blotto became the method by which I dealt with the pain, and I guess depression, that I faced every day. This began in high school, carried on into the Marine Corps, college, and lasted all the way into my 30's. Alcohol and drugs seemed to help. Mix in a fist fight and it's a great night. Well, several arrests, having friends turn their backs on me, losing friends to OD's and stuff, and waking up from a coma still didn't help me straighten out.
So I left PA for the west coast, ended up in OR, then CO. I figured my life expectancy was dwindling every day I stuck around PA; every time I ate too many pills or killed a bottle of liquor or case of beer, each time I blacked out and woke up in some strange house/bed/backyard/town, and every fight I picked was just another shovel full of dirt being cleared from my soon to be grave.
It worked. The drugs slowed down, the drinking wasn't so problematic, and I felt ok for the first time in a while. During that time, I met the woman who is my wife. She helped me get a grip like no other. It was great. I could have some drinks, have fun, and only get into trouble once in a while.
Well, I had too much to drink on July 14, 2012 and got into a crazy fight with my wife. Not cool, and I had to really evaluate my options.
Keep drinking, probably lose my wife at some point.
Stop drinking, keep my wife and probably extend my life by about 30 years.
So, that was the last drink that I ever had, and I don't intend on ever returning. It was hard. Real hard. At times I felt it was harder than becoming a Marine. But I did it, and man do I feel better.
The depression and extreme rage have subsided, and I'm actually getting some professional help on how to cope with those issues. The booze is forever gone. I haven't been in a fight since then, and have no desire to ever do so again. I don't feel so lazy and bogged down. And my relationship is much stronger!
I'm also finding that smoking a cigar at the B&M has replaced any desire to hit a bar, and is actually way more enjoyable.
Sorry for being so long winded, but just letting you guys know I've been there as well.
I'm down to talk with anyone about my issues in the past, or your current or past issues as well.
Just let me know!