I knew I was an alcoholic most of my life. I also wanted to stop every morning,until the afternoon when I started changing my mind.
Thats just when the addiction kicked in. About 5 oclock I only had one thing on my mind. And there were no 2 ways about it. When I quit I was drinking about 8 beers in 45 minutes before I "slowed down". I guess thats what it took to calm my addiction. But thats also what it took for me before I realized just what a slave I was. Thats around a beer every 6 minutes
Rock bottoms made me stop for a few brief periods. But not for long. When I finally stopped I think I was just so fed up with it I had had enough.
Don't get me wrong,it was VERY difficult. But as I have said many times. I think I finally wanted to quit more than I wanted to drink.
But I can't describe the feeling of freedom to get away from that life.
Fred