When is enough enough? That really varies from person to person. There's no need to get to a point where you have lost everything. I hadn't lost everything when I decided enough was enough, But I could see it all starting to slip away. What I HAD lost was my last shred of self-esteem, and the respect and trust of a lot of people. That was enough for me. I simply could not go through one more day waking up and wondering if there was any point of being alive. I wasn't actively suicidal, but I often wished the earth would just swallow me up so I could stop existing. I was probably on the road to drinking myself to death, one way or the other.
Now, sober over two years, I am feeling like there's so much to live for, and I don't hate myself anymore. A lot of hard work has gone into this, and there's more work to do. I'm 53, and finally, for the first time in my adult life, I can look myself in the eye in the mirror without feeling sad, disgusted, and hopeless.