No one defining moment/thing for me. More the accumulation of misery, realizing that I could no longer go even one day between drinking and that my favorite breakfast food was beer. Those things, and how I was so selfishly turning away from my family all combined to finally, finally, tip the scales!
BTW. I love and cherish sobriety now. It's not at all the sentence I once thought. My alcoholic perspective misled me for so long, but no longer. True freedom.
It's there for you as well Cuckoo. I'm no more deserving than you or anyone else. You can turn the page on this and change what the future holds. Guaranteed.
