There is a war that goes on inside each and every one of us who struggles with alcohol or drugs. The battlefield is our soul and minds; moreover, when it kicks into full gear, it destroys what ever it comes in contact with. It is not a respecter of persons, nor does it care what your stature in life is. That war will drag you down to the pits of hell, and the sad reality is that you may not know it until the very end. It will take your wife and children, your job and home; it will put you under a bridge or sleeping on a heating grate with no food for days on end. But those are not the worst...

There is a war that goes on inside each and every one of us who struggles with alcohol or drugs. The battlefield is our soul and minds; moreover, when it kicks into full gear, it destroys what ever it comes in contact with. It is not a respecter of persons, nor does it care what your stature in life is. That war will drag you down to the pits of hell, and the sad reality is that you may not know it until the very end. It will take your wife and children, your job and home; it will put you under a bridge or sleeping on a heating grate with no food for days on end. But those are not the worst...