The beginning is rough. I was lucky in that I knew I couldn't drink anymore, and I knew without a doubt that I couldn't quit on my own. That denial of maybe I could moderate, or maybe I wouldn't drink or drive this time, or maybe I would stop making embarrassing phone calls late at night or maybe or maybe or maybe was lifted from me. The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results - I finally came to the point where I understand what that meant and I stop bullshitting myself.
Denial was over for me. I knew I was an alcoholic and I knew I needed help. I was luck to know someone in recovery that I could call on. For that I will be forever grateful. She walked me into the rooms of recovery. And by the grace of God I stayed.
You are worth recovery. You are! I promise. If you have questions you can ask them in the comment section here - there are people everywhere willing to help her. You don't have to do it alone.