I made the decision because of losing everything. No one told me to. I HAD to.

If you don't mind me asking. What was everything? I have reached some lows, but still have not totally committed.

everyone's lows are different. ONe of my lows was looking at the side of my nose and seeing that I had a faint spider vain from drinking. Vanity was one of my saving graces. Also, I had little left in the form of sanity. My fear of loosing my mind was my bottom along with fear of looking horrible (I did peeps-should post my pic at rehab-my counselor said she wanted to do a before and after of me on the website as the change was so fricking drastic).

family, business, self respect, even thought I lost God but the HE said "get back over here dummy... your the one that moved"

I know it is terrible but vanity is one of the things that wants me to stay sober. Easier to be in shape and your face as the years go on will tell your lies.

Well for me and have heard for others...alcoholism is a progressive illness. Some have started as hard or heavy drinkers. I may have been 30 something years ago. I had many bottoms and each time, I managed to stay dry for a time but always returned.

Funny thing is that as time went by my bottoms took much less time to reach. My last drinking period was only nine months...it's the one that I finally decided to reach for help.

As I've heard another say, "A bottom is when we stop digging and reach up"

If you are looking for experiences to compare yourself with stop. Problem is we alchies like to say, "I'm not that bad" or "that will never happen to me". If you're one that can relate to those statement then perhaps you need only think YET, your eligible too.

I still have some yet(s)...but thank you no. I'll just accept that I am a real alcoholic and do what a recovering alcoholic does.

Thanks, this all helps.

Well I am going to bed. Though I hope anyone that has advice gives it to me. I need it.
Thanks.:)

I know why i drank.I don't know why I quit.

I woke up after a blinder and looked in the mirror. I swear I saw my Mother who died of chronic alcoholism 20 years earlier. That was enough for the buck to stop with me and I sought help that day (rehab). I had to take care of myself SO I could take care of my family.