I'm joining you, nobodyfornow.
I always said that if I ever woke up with a hangover again, that would be the end of it. I feel like I just got run over by a bus.
I started drinking when I was 15. I quit when I was 23. Started again when I was 30.
This past week, I took the whole week off as my b-day present from me to me. Didn't touch a drop.
Yesterday, I dropped kiddo off at school, got my paycheck, got all the Thanksgiving dinner fixin's, and got a 12 pack. The 12 pack is gone. (Just to be clear, kiddo went to her Mom's yesterday after school, as scheduled.) It's not doing me any good anymore, if it ever did.
I've done it before. I'll do it this time, for good. Thanks for the inspiration.
(I need a big mug of coffee, something greasy and a nap.)
FWIW, I went to AA when I quit the first time. I hated every minute of it.