Here’s a thought considering the A.V.: never getting a grip on cross addictions in sobriety, and continuing to be miserable, is sort of a safety valve for the Beast.
If we never get well, and never find peace....the beast has a chance.
Finding what ails us and working toward solutions in sobriety is not something my alcohol beast wants me to do. It wants me to look at all the fitness pics from 2017 and whisper in my ear...
“You know you were drinking then. You know you can’t do that without a bottle of whisky by your bed....”
It never dies, it just waits.