For years, I defended alcohol to the hilt.No matter the problems it caused, I always found a reason to justify it. I blamed stress, circumstances, people, work-everything except alcohol itself .My turning point came when my salary was stopped.
Ironically, I had been sober for almost three years at that point. But the stress of losing my income pushed me back into alcoholism. What followed was four straight months of nonstop drinking.
I went deep.I became emaciated. I looked terrible. My life was falling apart.
Eventually, circumstances forced me into rehab. I didn’t go willingly. If I am being truthful, rehab was the last place I wanted to be.
But something happened there.As we shared experiences with fellow alcoholics, I finally had time to reflect on my own life. Within a very short time, I realized that alcohol was the enemy within. It had convinced me for years that it was my friend while quietly destroying me.
I also realized that if I didn’t quit, there were only a few possible outcomes: a coffin, disability, or the loss of my job and everything I had worked for.For the first time, I began to see alcohol exactly for what it was.
Poison.
Less than two weeks into the rehabilitation program, I had already made up my mind to quit. I still completed the full three-month program, but the real change had already happened in my mind.
Looking back today, that decision probably saved my life.Now I want to hear from fellow recovering alcoholics.At what point did you say, “Enough is enough”? The turning point.
What was the trigger factor that made you decide to quit?
Let’s share our experiences. Someone reading this today may find the courage to take the first step toward recovery.
