As I said on your other thread - it stopped being fun years before I quit. Why did I continue?
partly stubborness - like Ananda I was determined to find the buzz again; partly fear - what do I do if I don't drink, what's gonna happen if I actually admit I have a problem; and partly because I had no freakin idea what to do instead.
But I got to the point where I couldn't live like that - I was a tragedy waiting to happen.
I leapt, not knowing where I'd land...
One of the best decisions I ever made
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