Yeah I wasn’t really physically dependent on alcohol. I sometimes drank only twice a week.
But 98% of the time I drank, I’d put away gallons of it and blackout, and humiliate myself in small and large ways. It’s not cute for a woman of a certain age. I almost lost everything.
So just because a person is not physically dependent, does not mean alcohol isn’t causing enormous damage in that person’s life.
I have visions of a life in which i didn’t make this choice. I picture being alone in a dirty house, calling my daughters to help pick me up from the floor or buy me groceries. The sad life of an alcoholic isn’t one that’s always public. Usually, it’s just a pitiful process that wears down your family with deep despair, while they try to remember the lively person you once were, as you become someone dependent and sad far too early for your age.