For me the wake up call was the day after my last bender in late 2014...
I had gotten shitfaced with a few buddies at a local bar outside of JBLM, went back to the barracks, called my mother at three in the morning and began telling her about all the things I had done in Iraq and Afghanistan in great detail between the sobs and threats to kill myself. My sister (who is a Major in the Air Force) was around, took the phone away from my mother, and talked to me until I passed out. She called me a couple hours later and explained what had happened.
I haven’t had or wanted a drink since.
Not saying it works for everyone, but that was my rock bottom, and I have no intention of ever hitting it again.
For me the wake up call was the day after my last bender in late 2014...
I had gotten shitfaced with a few buddies at a local bar outside of JBLM, went back to the barracks, called my mother at three in the morning and began telling her about all the things I had done in Iraq and Afghanistan in great detail between the sobs and threats to kill myself. My sister (who is a Major in the Air Force) was around, took the phone away from my mother, and talked to me until I passed out. She called me a couple hours later and explained what had happened.
I haven’t had or wanted a drink since.
Not saying it works for everyone, but that was my rock bottom, and I have no intention of ever hitting it again.