The only “rock bottom” is the place where you stop digging

it's only appropriate that I found this out the hard way

There was a time towards the end of my drinking days where I entered a terrible period of false hope. I had finally convinced myself that I was an addict and an active addict at that, that my life was out of control and getting worse by the day, but somehow no action was required on my part since sometime (surely soon) I would “hit rock bottom” and thin…