Whiskey Is Insanity In A Bottle.

I started drinking heavily when I was sixteen. I am now thirty. It started with beers on Friday nights, then became an everyday thing. I was functional, but going nowhere. Then I got married. The marriage was a bad idea, the Jack Daniels an even worse idea. I lost my business, and the woman I'd spent ten years with. I still didn't see that I had a problem. Then one night, after a couple of fifths, I almost died from alcohol poisoning. If my best friend was not there that night, I would not have fought to keep breathing. I owe him my life. That told me I had a drinking problem. I finally had to face it. It would take me another two years to begin to get a handle on it. I was almost evicted in that time for going into drunken rages. I can now turn down drinks, but I definitely still want them. I don't do the AA thing, though I have tried. Its just not my way, though I encourage others to go, as it may help them.
I'm going on one whole week sober now, a personal best. I know its not much, but its a start.