Oof. I’m in the same boat as your younger self, but two years in. I simply slept bad one night, thinking to myself that I love life way too much to actively work on a sooner death than necessary. Next day I quit, never looking back. I can drink without even thinking about it.

I just hope disaster won’t strike me, or hit me as heavy, as it did you.

I hope things have turned to the better for you!