I got sober in '96 from meth, coke, and booze to get my son back. Joined AA and did the deal for 9.5 years then stopped listening to God and did things my way. Fast forward to being a homeless meth addict riding around Phoenix on a bicycle in my 50's. My kids would reach out and I would lie and say I was ok...but they knew...they f-ing knew! I was losing my mind and lost just about everything else but the love from and for my kids kept me going until I crashed my bike in the middle of the night on a freakin freeway. Blood dripping down my face, bike wheel spinning in the moonlight and cars whizzing past me, I reached for that pipe again. At that point I realized I didn't want to go out this way, mangled by a grocery truck in the dark. A few days later I got myself into treatment, rejoined AA, fell back into God's arms and haven't looked back since. That was over 5 years ago. My demons are behind me but I know they are still there so I keep following God, doing the deal, one day at a time!