Originally Posted by
Bunny211 
I needed willingness. And to get willingness I needed to be totally broken. I was out of options. For me, it was stop drinking....or die. I chose to live.
That was pretty much me. To get through my pickled brain, I couldn't stop for good until it was clear that there really were no other options, it was quit or lose everything and die. In hindsight, it would have saved me a lot of grief and consequences if I had seen that coming long before, but addict denial made it impossible for me to see and understand until I was living it.