The speaker at my AA meeting tonight lost literally everything. He wound up in a mental institution where he could wear nothing but a gown and his shoes without shoelaces. He had no job, no family, nothing.
He went to his first AA meeting (in the hospital) because they gave out free cigarettes (yes, this was awhile ago) and coffee.
He's been sober 18 years now. He has been involved in AA service at the district level. He goes on speaking commitments at institutions. He is RECOVERED.
There is always hope, Chicory. Sometimes they just have to fall a bit further, and lose more.