I remember when I got to the point that I had just had it. When I could take no more. When the though of drinking another drop made me want to puke, but the thought of living without alcohol made me want to die. When I knew I was toast, but had no clue what to do about it.
I asked for help. I asked because I had no flipping clue what to do. I look back now and know that the courage to ask for help was God's grace. I pray that each and everyone of you praying and waiting for the courage to ask for help, find it. It is an amazing thing to no longer struggle alone.