I guess I was your typical closet alcoholic. I ran a business, married for thirty years and fought an exhausting battle against alcohol everyday of my adult life. I'm in my fifties and I drank 6 to 10 beers every night got up, went to work and the cycle would continue. I can remember when six beers would get me drunk, then it would take 8 then 10. I have no idea where it would have stopped. I could sense that I was at i point of no return. I was slowly loosing the energy to fight. I knew if I didn't stop I would give up and let alcohol kill me. My wife actually told me she was preparing herself to find me dead one day.
So I knew it was now or never. I found SR dug in and never looked back. The first week I fought minute to minute, then hour to hour, now almost six months in I still think about it most days but it's to appreciate my sobriety. I have accomplished a lot in my life, but other than my family my sobriety means everything to me.