I had nothing but romantic notions about my drinking for nearly 30 years. Those romantic notions finally landed me in the hospital, thinking I was losing my mind.
Nobody was going to hold my hand and make it stop...I had to dig down deep and find the strength to finally change my ways. That was almost 10 months ago and I can honestly say that my worst day sober has been WAY better than my best day drunk.
It takes a lot of soul searching, but we can and do recover.