Growli, I'm going to be harsh here. I'm sorry, but you're not going to get better until you decide that you want to. You're going to have to stop the drinking and stop being stubborn about Ts. Pull yourself together enough to get out there and *really* ask for help, not sympathy and pity.
I know LCM cares deeply about you and worries about you. If she were a real T I very much doubt her feelings would be any different, but she would be trained to contain them. She would likely be telling you something along the lines of 'I can't help you if you refuse to help yourself and until you're willing to grow up and make that decision here's the door'. That's tough love.
Growli, there is no way you can be helped until you decide you truly *want* to be helped.
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'...
At poor peace I sing
To you strangers (though song
Is a burning and crested act,
The fire of birds in
The world's turning wood,
For my sawn, splay sounds,)
...'
Dylan Thomas, Author's Prologue
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