I got sober when I was 17. A year before I got sober I overdosed. They thought I was dead when they found me at the end of a dead end street. Chalked me out and everything. I woke up in the hospital, the next thing I knew I was in the state hospital. It didn't phase me a bit. I thought it was a joke. The nut house doped me up enough to make it a party.
Even more arrest for a bunch of drunken disorderly/ resisting arrest, court dates,jail, rehab, etc., etc., didn't phase me. What brought me to my bottom was when I just wanted to stop on my own to prove I didn't have a problem. I couldn't. My last drunk was when I was on my way to an AA meeting. My mind changed in two blocks and I found myself plastered. That was my bottom. I got honest and saw that I couldn't stop on my own. Bottom is not a state, but a state of mind. For me it was honesty.