Spring of 1988 was my last drink. Went to meetings twice a day for several years but have not been back in quite a while. Never slipped once but a cold beer enters my mind every now and then, thankfully only briefly. Since I gave up the hootch, never thought I'd give up the analogs but read an article that changed that so here I am. I would have been dead by now if I hadn't quit drinking, that I am sure of. I was in pretty bad shape and going down. Analogs can still do that to me since I smoked for 53 years, but that's life and can't take that back.
If you quit drinking or drugs, do yourself a favor and never go back. Quitting saved me, my marriage, my job and my life.