I thought I needed alcohol too, and quitting meant that I needed to find a substitute for alcohol. Or so it appeared at the time. Now I see that I thought I needed a substitute for what turned out to be banging my head against the wall. It wasn't until I stopped that I understood that I didn't need it anymore, and certainly needed no substitute. Believing in the need for alcohol, or for something like it, for me was all part of the lie of addiction. I don't need alcohol or anything like it, and life is so much better without it.