About two hours and several drinks later, I found myself on the ground in the Columbia neighborhood at 2AM, bleeding from my knees. In my drunk 7 mile walk home from work, I took a major fall. I was in so much pain that I called an Uber to drive me the rest of the way home.

It would be two more years and two more very intoxicated ER psych crisis visits before I finally realized the grip alcohol had on me.

I will learn in a few weeks what damage alcohol and my fall may have had on my brain.

Today is my 341st day without alcohol.

You struggling with booze? I see you. I have been there. I love you and don’t judge you. There is a better way. I can give you the resources and support you need. Please reach out anytime.