Me too, booze is one hell of a thing to kick. It truly is the Devils urine. What saved me is moving back with my parents who absolutely refused to have any booze in the house, had me sleep in the room next to them so I couldn’t sneak it and giving my life to Christ. It took about 2 years to get it all out of my system until I could move out and live independent, but if it wasn’t for them without one single solitary doubt in my mind I would have been dead. Every single day I was drinking to the point where I was bleeding internally. They gave me life and they saved my life. Alcoholism runs in my family, my cousin died from it at the very young age of 40 so did my Grandfather at 53.
Well put and congratulations. I lived in a recovery house after treatment it took a long time to be able to function without the alcohol again but it was worth making getting sober the top priority. :)
For those of you that have gone through hell and come out on the other side — I suggest this song;
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jqo0aVgKHRo