In my case, I knew I might be drinking too much the day I looked at the beer in my hand and realized that’s all I was getting accomplished, and that I was beginning to love it too much. I quit for awhile, gathered me together, and now I can drink one and don’t want any more. An alcoholic boyfriend (now an ex, and no longer living) used to tell me how ”lucky” I was. I guess I was, because I quit without too much trouble. Not saying I didn’t long for that ”high” from a few drinks, but there are other ways to feel good that doesn’t cause a hang over the next morning! And at my age now, a good drunk would probably kill me now!

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