Much like Melinda I ad reached the end stage health wise.
I was unable to walk or eat or sleep and my lungs were full of fluid and not draining.
My despair was total and I simply 'wished for the end'.
In a moment of clarity (call it what you will) I realized that whether I survived or not, my drinking was over and that if I lived I would find the fortitude to finally live my life sober.
My 'bottom' was simply the hell that I need never return to if I don't pick up that drink and remain humble and grateful enough to reach out.
I have the POWER of CHOICE today.
G
