Hi Vino
I use to think that way too.
My head would decide it wanted a drink and nothing could stop it.
That was, untl I nearly died from drinking.
I found another voice, way more powerful that the drinking voice.
It wasn't a good day, or a good week when I quit...it wasn't even a good month - but the first day I beat back the mental imperative to drink and stayed sober was a good day. It meant I could win.
I pretty much lived on SR those first days.
Use all the support you have. Grab back your Power Of Choice
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Originally Posted by
Vino88 
It is not about withdrawals ... I can get through them. It is about my head, my stupid head which will force me to grab a bottle whenever I can. I am tormented by my psyche and I don't know what to do. It always brings me this false sensation that pouring that monster will make me "happy" or what ever.
I surrender. I don't know what to do. This poison brought me to my knees.
"An old man dies, a young woman lives - fair trade ... BUM!"
(Hartigan, Sin City [2005])
I love you all!