Not the very last but a turning point. I told myself I would stop drinking once my husband left for a work trip. Then the days kept extending. I drank a ton even though I knew I had work the next day. I woke up in my own urine, went to work looking like hell, my hands shaking, exhausted. That night was to be the last.
The next day, like I was on autopilot, I bought beer. I rationalized that beer was a better option and that I would only drink 4 and pour the rest out. Well I drank more than expected. I felt like I was going to die when I woke up, depressed, anxiety, etc. I went to class and felt fearful I might pass out. this drinking cycle had been going on for months. I just couldn't do it anymore and new I needed support and came here.