A change in perspective
It’s odd. I know I’ve heard this many times the last few months, in various forms, but it wasn’t until I listened to Sandy B. this morning that it stuck.
I don’t have a problem with alcohol. I have a problem with sobriety. Alcohol is the solution to being me. It’s a solution that no longer works. It’s a solution that became worse than the problem. And I have only two choices. Find a new solution (AA) or die and do great damage to my loved ones continuing the old solution.
Obviously sobriety is the problem. Otherwise I would not have this compulsion to get fucked up all the time. It seems so obvious, and I can’t understand why I never figured that out.