Like every alcoholic, I’ve made failure into an art form.
But each time, I find a new way to fail. This disease is patient – waiting until just the right moment to suggest a new approach to “control” my drinking problem.
That’s all it takes. I believe that one little lie and 3 weeks later wonder how things got so bad. It always comes back worse. I discover my addiction is stronger and more cunning with every time I fail. The disease adapts and fights back with renewed passion. Soon I’m drinking more than I thought possible, as if making up for those lost days of sobriety.
So, let’s agree total abstinence is the only way.
It’s got to be total war.
It’s kill or be killed. There is no honorable peace in this fight. The enemy must be crushed. Complete victory is the only option.