Thanks for sharing your story, Chelsey. It will be one month for me on Saturday. I've been a "problem drinker" off and on throughout my life, going for long stretches without drinking to excess or not drinking at all. In my case, if I decide not to drink, it's no problem. I don't crave it, and I haven't detected any withdrawal symptoms, so it doesn't seem like there's a physical addiction. The Trump years turned me into a heavy drinker, and once I passed that second glass of wine, my husband had to start hiding the bottles. I was getting blackout drunk several times a week. Instead of waking up in a stranger's bed, however, I'd wake up and found that I'd done the dishes and two loads of laundry. LOL. What really made me decide to quit was that I fell twice with no memory of it. The first time, I had a huge black and blue mark that I don't know how I got. The second time, I woke with blood all over the sheets from a minor abrasion on my elbow. I didn't remember that one either, but the kitchen cart was spun around and in disarray, so I'm guessing I collided with that. It's too dangerous for me to drink anymore, and that's that. Alcohol is a carcinogen and destroys brain cells. I have a family history of both cancer and Alzheimers, so at this point, only an idiot would keep drinking, and I'm no idiot. Luckily, there will be no holiday parties this year to test my resolve. It's a good time to quit.