

The thing is that I realized that I was lying to myself. No matter how many times I tried, I was never going to be able to go back to the days when I could drink without consequences.
As long as I don’t pick up the first one, I don’t have to worry about controlling it.
I like the AA proverb, when you get hit by a train, it’s not the caboose that kills you.
Go volunteer to help someone else.
Nothing gets my mind off my problems like being useful.