4:00am. That’s the time my iPhone reads still under the blue shade I have set for sleeping hours. It’s Monday morning and I’m not supposed to be awake yet, but this isn’t unusual for me. My eyes reluctantly pry open and I roughly make my way downstairs towards my comfort area, the liquor cabinet. I’m still slightly hungover from the day before. I’ve convinced myself the best way to fall back asleep for the next hour and a half before I commute to my job is to take several double shots of cognac. I’m delighted and disgusted by this act. This is one of several rock bottoms. I’ve seen worse darkness than what has transpired moments ago. I’ve trampled the path of tragedy for too long, now I desire the trail of triumph. With the faintest dimness guiding me, I’m finally making my way towards the light.