An autobiographical story of the too frequent lows and at times seemingly unachievable highs of surviving addiction. I was finally stabilized, it was time to leave my home in North Dakota and travel cross country. But the relapses kept hitting including in Alabama, Florida, and Las Vegas. Will stability be possible or will the history of addiction win? There are happy points in my journey: meeting previously unknown family, gainful employment, and revisiting a lost love. However, bouts of relapse keep interrupting my progress which is torpedoed by COVID-19. Everywhere feels like a War Zone, and a deep depression ensues. A search for professional help to handle the depression doesn't go well. It's time I take a stand, for myself, my health, and my sanity. Help finally comes in the form of a Higher Power. God has been watching over me the whole time, I was just too lost to recognize His presence. Will I stay sober? Will I stay connected to family? Can my faith sustain me in my journey? These are the key questions needing solved on my perilously life journey. A true story which hopefully will lend hope to others experiencing addiction.