..............when I woke up, opened my eyes, and was in a cell staring at concrete walls with no idea what happened.
The choice was no longer mine. For years I had denied how bad my problem was. I had gone back to what I considered to be controlled drinking. I had a predetermined set amount of alcohol when in public situations before I had to leave to head home so I could drink the way I wanted to. I thought for sure that was safe to do.
Only this time the universe proved to me that determination was no longer possible. It's pretty scary.
Thank God no one died but they could have.
Finally, I hated alcohol. It's been a little over 15 months and that has not swayed.