I don't understand it, but it was like a light switch for me. I went from wanting to have just a drink, maybe two, to forgetting all that and drinking as much as I could. I use to try and handle that by only having a few drinks at a time in the house. I would stop on my way home from work and buy a half-pint. Sometimes it made me mad not having another drink after that was gone, sometimes depressed, but it always left me craving more and very uncomfortable. Then I got so I would go out to the store after the half-pint was gone and get more. That was dangerous, so I stopped buying half-pints and started making sure I had enough in the house. That's when I really got sick. I'm only comfortable if I'm not drinking at all. A few leaves me wanting more, and more leaves me sick and blacked out and stupid. I hate it, wish it wasn't that way, but there it is. I have to learn to accept it and move on with the other things in life. I've surely given alcohol enough of my life.