The day I decided I had taken my last drink, the word alcoholic wasn't even present for the party. The final straw for me was when I realized I had absolutely NO control over my drinking. That pi$$ed me off real bad. simultaneously, I realized booze was not my friend. To be under the control of the enemy was not acceptable.
I surrender to my powerlessness, and began to search for ways of regaining my life. Labels don't bother me, but for today you can call me sober. Welcome