My sister is dead because she couldn’t stop drinking. My dad was brilliant, and had all the promises in the world, but drank himself to the poor house.
Be a fucking man and just stop. There is no magic cure, there is no easy way out. You are an addict, and you can either quit or keep drinking. Best case is you kill your health, die early, put strain on every relationship you have, and waste your life as a drunk. Worst case is you kill your health and die early on a hospital bed gulping for air as your organs fail with your family standing around watching.
It’s your choice. You will have your last drink one day - either today or the day you die, or you can waste more of your life and have it be some point in between.
Again, though, there are no words or magic cures. You just have to want to stop more than you want to drink. That’s it.
When you do stop, there are tricks to help - exercise is great. Getting outside for a walk/run/bike ride. Train for something. Train for a marathon. Dedicate yourself to something that distracts you mentally and wears you out physically. Lift weights. Be in public and active around active people who will be positive influences.
But at the end of the day, it’s on you and you wanting to stop more than wanting to drink.
Oh, and don’t quit because of a promise. Don’t quit for anyone else. Quit for you. Be accountable to yourself. In your moments of weakness, it’s much more difficult to give up on yourself than it is to think that your grandpa is gone and won’t know if you just have one more last drink.
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