Sitting at the edge of my bed with a plastic pint of crap vodka, a tallboy and the pistol.-1 hour after my shameful, tearful resignation from a well-paid job.
I realized two things: 1) drinking would probably never be fun again for me 2) and if I successfully quit, I might be able to stop it from stealing everything from yet another generation of my family (my kids this time).
I made the right decision and put the gun away. I almost finished my booze, but found out I was right. This wasn't fun at all. Game over. Rehab. Sobriety. Gratitude.