I don't have a lot of time but I feel secure in the knowledge that I will do whatever it takes. I want nothing more to do with it but I know it will probably come at me again.
1. I was 32 when I started abusing alcohol. By abuse I mean I started drinking 3 drinks at one sitting and I did that regularly. It started out with 3 but I developed tolerance and within months I could get down 5 or 6 in one night. July 3 2003 at age 35 I woke up from my first blackout. I knew I something had changed but I never though "alcoholic". People don't become alcoholics at age 35 do they?
2. Feb 10 2013 weeks shy of 45.
3. I finally realized that this was really happening. My hands were shaking and all I could think about was drinking again. My life was getting in the way of my drinking. It was time to ante up and push everything to the side if I was to keep going. There wasn't enough whiskey in the world to satisfy my desire. I was really about to surrender to the addiction. I just couldn't do that.