Letting go has been mentioned in the other thread. I like to think-or shudder to think-that my addiction ravaged me to the extent that at the bottom of that horror, I had already let go of most things that were dear to me. And most fears. For surely our fears center around things that matter to us. We fear that our job will end, our romance will fade, our body will decay. None of these things any longer concerned me at the nadir (was there a zenith?). I had successfully drank my self away.

What did drink really do to you, if you had to summarize in a sentence? It took the edge off but didn't end there, did it? No, surely, it got greedy and kept on nibbling away at the rest of you, until there wasn't much left of the original....There are no more edges now...which is not the same as letting go.

There's no alcohol in me today and I really do feel sober. But I'm not sure what's left.