Hi everyone
I empathise with everyone who has used alcohol. I am 47 and have been using alcohol since I was 13, although my introduction to it was a lot earlier. I am pleased to say that I took my last drink on the 2nd of October 2004. I am inspired to see that many of you have been dry for considerably longer.
The physical need for alcohol evaporates after a few months and then it's a case of battling the psychological aspects. I was recently hospitalised after chasing a thief and I had an incredible urge for a bottle of whisky. I spoke to the staff and they reacted very positively for my requests for ice-cold water (which I find helps; the coldness gives a kick to the body) and time for my slow breathing exercises [even though they were treating me for a heart attack at the time]. My want of whisky surpassed the fears of having a heart attack. It is extremely potent.
The Japanese have a saying: "First of all a man takes a drink, then the drink takes a drink, then the drink takes the man!" This is true, so if you haven't started to self-medicate with booze, try not too.
The booze offers oblivion, the element that I miss most, but it doesn't solve any problems. Indeed, in my case, my self worth decreased when I sobered up after painful hangovers and my depression and problems were still there.
I am lucky, because although I was drinking
up to 3 litres of vodka each day for quite some time, I appear to have been very lucky with my liver and seem to have only ended up with malformations forming in my hands (I can't recall the name of the condition - possibly because I can't say it! ;) ) and type II diabetes (which, of course, is bad enough).
I seem to have come through it (so far) without any significant brain damage - although my short term memory is sometimes a little dicey (a problem, I have been assured, that will rectify itself on the whole). What was I saying?

One of the most important points I have realised is that whilst I was striving for oblivion I was making everybody else's life an absolute hell. I was hurting those people close to me who were protecting, comforting and loving me even when I was pissed (excuse my language but it's the only way to say it - drunk is far too civilised a word) and despicable.
My depression is still with me, but I have a clearer mind and try to be pro-active rather than reactive. My increased clarity of thought allows me to search for positives each day even if I can't find any. I am more able to notice those little touches and aspects that my family generate towards me, and not feel quite so alone; and not burn them up through drunken ignorance. Alcohol can be a really nice element of socialising but it's a dreadful medicine.
I admire those of you who have abstained. It's not easy. When I am stressed my first thoughts are 'I need a drink .... I've got to have a drink. Drink is how I cope with stress!' Yet those feelings are beginning to subside - or become diluted at least. I hope I can follow the examples that you have shown.
With regard to seratonin. I know it sounds a little cliched, but lots of exercise will enable the body to muster its own endorphins and seratonin and acts as a natural anti-depressant. Hey look at me talking - overweight, over-age and as lazy as hell! :)
I am beginning to rediscover my family and they are beginning to rediscover me. I can relate to the feelings expressed by rara. We don't realise what we are destroying and, thankfully, I appear not to have left it too late.
Most of all, I have found typing these words quite therapeutic. This is the first time I have taken the time to write these feelings. Take care everyone and if you haven't taken up the poisoned chalice, try not to.