I will never touch alcohol again, but why did it have to come to this? I entered an outpatient substance abuse program just down the road from my house. Never saw it before, even though I have searched again and again for something just like that. It would have been perfect for me. Why couldn't I find it before this? Why suddenly after this, did God put it right in front of my eyes? I would have gladly entered this program, I wanted help, I was trying...
I have never felt such panic. I am going to lose everything I own. At this point the program doesn't matter much because prison is going to keep me from alcohol.