I was living simply to drink -0 my world had shrunk to a three room apartment and the only time I went out was to get more alcohol (and sometimes food along with the alcohol but not always).
I was falling frequent and not sober enough to fall 'well' and avoid injuries. The injuries were getting worse (head injuries).
In what some might call a moment of clarity I saw I had a clear choice of live or die.
The one thing I want to get across is tho - it needn't have gotten that bad...
there was no requirement to suffer that much.
I could have and should have sought help sooner.
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