From Cradle to Grave

　　 The loneliness of an alcoholic death. That's what many of my recollections bring me down to. Is it too early to be this honest? Reciprocity is keeping me sober. Sharing with another alcoholic. It really is that simple. I used to drown the loneliness caused by alcohol with (what else?) more alcohol. Solitude seemed an impossibility when a bottle of booze sat next to me. Alcohol lorded over me and made solitude an impossibility. Loneliness, inescapable. Solitude, unattainable. Sobriety, unimaginable.

That was then and now my life is changing.   from All Drinking Aside (Rough Draft, Day 14)