This is what my addiction couldn't take away from me. My heartbeat. It's about the only thing it didn't take. Even when I wanted it to stop beating, it continued on. I came so close to dying so many times but didn't. Grand mal seizures, gastric obstructions, my mother unable to wake me, my family finding me and thinking I was dead. Even when I was ready to kill myself. There is one reason I am alive, and that is my higher power. I pray that I never forget that my heartbeat is the only thing that addiction didn't take from me. To pick up a drink or a drug means death for me, period.