I used to tell myself I could stop whenever I wanted to, I just didn't want to.
Since alcoholism is progressive, the consequences of my drinking began to get worse and worse the longer I kept up with it.
Things got so bad that I finally began trying to stop only to realize that I couldn't, no matter how hard I tried.
The darkest moment in my life was being trapped in that place where I now knew without a doubt that it was stop or die, but at the same time being unable to imagine life without alcohol. I had to get help.