Sliding Into Home

When I staggered into AA nine years ago, I was bankrupt in every way possible, physically, mentally, financially, and spiritually. I had no fight left in me, no defiance, no ego. I was crushed by alcohol, completely broken. I had just spent another weekend in jail, wondering how did this happen to me again? Another night of drinking had turned into a morning of sickness and trying to control the shakes by consuming any leftover alcohol I had. I even resorted to consuming mouthwash if that's all I could find. I eventually had to drink in the afternoon, a necessity to keep me from going into the DTs. As the evening finally closed in on me I continued my debauchery at the "socially acceptable" happy hour until I blacked out and that's when the really bad things happened.