I was on the brink of ending another relationship. My now-wife was furious at me for turning up at home completely off my face yet again. I had considered AA for years but had never done anything about it. That night, I drunkenly Googled it and woke her to tell her there was a meeting the next morning at 9am that I'd like to go to. Well, 9am came, and an extremely hungover me was rousted from bed and dragged down the street to the meeting.
I had tried and failed to quit and moderate on my own over and over again, and I could see that it was about to cost me something yet again. I finally conceded that maybe getting help was the way to go.
My fellow AA members remarked that they suspected I was there for the meeting when they came in - I was a reeking, hungover island in a sea of perky morning people getting coffee and bashing away at laptops.