Seven years ago ... I crashed and washed ashore on the banks of sobriety. That was the beginning of the end of my chaotic life or the storm of my life was ready to calm itself.When I was growing up, when I thought of an alcoholic, I thought of some toothless old guy in a trench coat in a basement somewhere. I just never thought that would apply to me. That type of stigma kept me from getting the help that I needed when I knew I needed it.I have always...