I was a teenage alcoholic, I always knew I needed to stop before adulthood. I had refused to get my driver's license until I quit drinking, one of my good friend's father had been killed by a drunk driver when she was very little. I never wanted to be that person that killed someone's father.

But the actual moment that made me quit, was one day I opened my locker at school and there were more empty vodka bottles in it than there were books.