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The darkest night of my life lasted for several years. I was alcoholic, drinking daily to the point of as-near-to oblivion as I could get and often supplementing the near-constant drunken state with whatever illegal (or legal) drugs I could get my hands on. Time ceased to exist, except in periods of hours, or minutes between being in these states. There are whole spans of time that I have no exac…