I’m an alcoholic; I need help. Time running out, absolutely no doubt.
Admitting you’re an alcoholic, someone who is truly powerless over alcohol, is not a fun experience.
It can at first be liberating, but at some point you must deal with reality. The reality that you will likely never again enjoy a cold beer on a hot summer night.
The reality that you will not celebrate your marriage with a glass of champagne. But most importantly, the reality of defeat by something that you have tried tirelessly to defeat.
For as long as I can remember I have been fighting off alcoholism. Many years later I am still at square one. Run-ins with the law have not stopped me, dangerous and frightening environments have not stopped me, many ruined relationships have not stopped me.
What is going to stop me now?