I didn't know for decades that each time I quit and started up again, the kindling was escalating.
The permanent brain damage was getting deeper and deeper.
As long as I keep remembering that life does not get any easier and handling it totally stone cold clean is the best and brightest way.
Drinking myself a little tipsy every blue moon would end up leading me to a night or 2 a month where the bottle of fancy whisky disappears. Then all the other horrible things begin again.
So many folks drink too much and live in a world of denial and lies. They put on a fake face and venture out, hurting from drinking, and craving their next buzz.
Booze is poison. SR saved my life.
Suffering and time was the only way out. The addiction is waiting patiently in the shadows for the rest of my life.
Thanks.