The urge for me was one thing but the other thing was what my beast mind was telling me, like I’m not going to be happy till I drink, I am going to be alone on a weekend, I am going to miss out on something, etc…
The urge was something that I could fight; I could always put off a drink till I got off work, till I got back from the store, till I got ready to drink…
It’s more than an urge, especially when it was the only thing I knew, I used to think I was a ‘functional’ alcoholic, turned out I couldn’t function without it, at least when those urges came, until I got that obsession under control, part of doing that was by promising myself that I would never drink again, the more I said it, the less I obsessed.
Say it like you mean it every day, even when the urges are not so strong…