Originally Posted by
soberlicious 
I will say one thing...being put in the psych ward was a very humbling experience. By all outward accounts I was a very successful woman...not a likely candidate for the nuthouse...but there I was and there I began to get honest w/ myself. Isn't it wierd how sometimes the worst thing that happens to you can also be the best?
I know exactly what you mean - the consequences I endured this time gave me no other alternative but to have a cold, hard look at myself and my life. I mean even if I wanted to, I could not deny or rationalize any longer what my drinking was costing me. For a very long time I clung on to that teenage mentality of "
That will never happen to me". After this whole ordeal though, I kind of expect the worst
will happen if I drink again. I never felt that before. So yeah, humbling definitely for me as well.