I was just physically and mentally exhausted. This summer was spent drinking every night and never catching up on sleep. One night in October, I was drunk and sent an email to my best friend telling him I thought I had a drinking problem. There was no turning back. Immediately, he bombarded me with what I was to do first... going to a therapist, telling my husband, considering AA, etc. (He's a doctor, so he wasn't about to enable me.) He wasn't gonna let me get away with just admitting it and then going on like it never happened. Anyway...that was the moment that made me take some action. Putting it out there and admitting it to someone else.