It was about four years ago that I concluded that yes, I was an alcoholic.
I remember very clearly thinking, “Hang on, when did every night become Saturday night?” Because, with very few exceptions, every night has been Saturday night since roughly 2007, and my consumption increased year on year.
Interestingly, my decision that I was an alcoholic justified to myself my continual decisions to drink. I couldn’t help it, you see, because I had a compulsion to drink.
Well, there’s something else alcoholics do, too. They STOP.