It was in that semi-conscious state that I got hit with a white-hot moment of clarity, and it was a simple one: I drank to drown my sorrows, and I drank to celebrate. It didn’t matter the outside circumstance. I drank because I liked the effects produced by alcohol. Simple as that. I don’t know where that truth came from, but it hung a little truth tag on my faulty belief system, and drinking, in my mind, no longer became a choice. That was my bottom. That was me acknowledging my powerlessness over alcohol, and looking around a dirty jail cell will definitely highlight the unmanageability of
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