I think if you didn't want to quit you wouldn't be here, still posting.
My problem was I had a little bit of quit surrounded by a whole lot of inertia - I was scared of changing my life, scared of who sober me would be, scared of the work and effort I'd have to put in and continue to put in as a sober person, and deathly scared of hurting, physically and emoptionally.
I wanted my problem fixed without any pain and any effort at all from me (preferably so I could drink as much as I like and not suffer any of the bad stuff).
Step one of achieving escape velocity from Planet Procrasta was to accept that Desire was unrealistic impossible and untenable.
I had to accept change and I had to accept effort - and I had to accept it would hurt in the short term.
Ironically, while it did hurt, it actually hurt less than my drinking life.
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