I can only speak for me. 34 years off the bottle this past Wednesday. There are people who believe it is moral weakness. I just know I had the old time Bill Wilson fellowship and loving and wonderful strangers who I could call in the middle of the night. In return I got sent into noxious hotel rooms where similar hopeless people smoked and vomited and begged to stop. There were no treatment centers full of licensed fools back then.
Hardest thing I ever did, but also the most wonderful.
For me it'll be 34 years come February. It works when you work it, right?
Wow, that’s a great story. Pain, privation and suffering really clears the deck. Gets a person back to their needs as opposed to their wants.
I kinda went thru that with my back injuries about 20+ years ago. Weekly level 9 and level 10 pain for years. Vomiting and passing out from pain every week. I’d never had alcohol or drug issues but it weaned me off of everything attached to the physical world beyond subsistence. Every day is a new day. Rejoice!