Ironically, it was my alkie husband who first told me I needed help. Then my 17 year old son. I was the last one to figure it out ... my body even told me before my brain could accept it ... waking up with the shakes, dry heaving every morning, needing to drink a couple of shots fresh out of bed in the a.m. so I could feel normal ... it all added up to a point where there was no more denying it.