Yesterday, sixteen years ago, I woke up in a detox center as part of a residential rehab program. It marked the first day I started my day without relying on any mood-altering substances. Until then, not a single day had gone by without me turning to substances to fill an unending void.

I attempted to quit on my own multiple times, but it proved futile. Despite my genuine desire to stop, I would always grant myself permission to drink again. I needed assistance. I spent sixty days in an inpatient facility, followed by another ninety days in a halfway house.

In the realm of business, I seldom discuss this part of my life as I don’t find it relevant. I carry no shame, but I am uncertain if broadcasting it would be advantageous. Today, however, I feel compelled to share based on the inspiration sparked by David Goggins’ book, “Don’t Hurt Me.” He realized that he wasn’t truly living until he became honest about his journey with the people around him. So here I am, doing just that.

I still participate in AA, not because I have any desire to drink, but because I’ve witnessed people who stop attending meetings often find themselves drinking again, for one reason or another. My life is currently filled with such abundance that it’s not worth risking an experiment. Moreover, it provides me with an opportunity to support others in their journey.

The days of my drinking life now seem like a distant, surreal dream. However, I do not harbor any romantic notion that I could ever consume alcohol in moderation. I hold a deep respect for its power, and my sobriety has become an esteemed asset, bringing me profound happiness.