Thank you for this post desert. It really hit me hard. I was one of the ones putting those restraints on those poor lost souls. Watching them hallucinate, having seizures, rolling them on their sides so they didn't choke in their own vomit. Pushing the ativan praying that it will give them some relief. Watching as their families sit at the bedside crying, worried, embarrassed. And then, I started drinking again after 10 years. I never had the restraints but I was in a detox bed. Hoping like hell it wasn't the end for me. Go figure. I should have known better. But alcohol is cunning, baffling.