Thank you for the opener, Sao!
My last day of drinking wasn't the worst one.
The worst was a few days before I quit.
I drank somewhat about 2.5 bottles of wine - my all-time record. Next day I felt like my liver was stuck in my throat. I had strong taste of bile in the mouth. My head was simultaneously spinning and splitting into thousand pieces. I couldn't maintain even a sitting position, let alone got to my feet.
I was scared to death. I cried because I felt helpless. Ashamed. Worthless. Trapped...
On the last day of my alcohol consumption I had a couple of beers - still that stupid "farewell drink". It is the kind of "farewells" which gives illusion that you are losing something very precious, and then looking back you realize that this "precious" was a toxic place to run the hell away from.
Run, Weekender, run!
Run to better life, to freedom, to real self.
Have a great weekend, everyone)