Trust me, I was one of the biggest alcoholics and heaviest drug user that walk the streets. I really enjoyed getting messed up. Life seem well until it didn't anymore. After spending daily 100s of dollars on drugs and liqour it came a time when I finally hit rock bottom and ran out of money. I hurt for days and then realized wheres my friends, I made some phone calls "hey come get me lets party," my friends would end the conversation like you got any money, "no." Thats all I got so I realized I don't really have any friends, do I? I got ahold of some money and partied really hard by myself said screw them who needs em. Well hung over and feeling like crap I went to the bathroom look into the mirror and said I'm done and really meant it I was deep down in my heart ready to quit. It wasn't a drug that I had not tried, I done did everything under the sun what more and this was my pay off for it no! I was smart enough to realize if I keep on this road I'll be a straight failure and I did'nt want that because I had kids. I owed them a responsible parenthood a life with a good father. Longer story short I turned my life over to Christ and he literately took it all away, I even quit cigarettes moral of this true story is you can lay it all down at Jesus feet and he'll heal you, but you have to really want it! There is hope for those who need it.