Hi, I'm Claire, an alcoholic.

Hitting rock bottom; I question how many I needed. It wasn't the prison sentences or locked wards that made my rock bottoms. It wasn't the epilepsy. For me it was because I had a head that would not work and a body that would not die. I needed to feel every bit of pain to get me to where I am today. And I am so pleased I had to feel it, since otherwise I may not have been here at all. I may well have been one of those who never made the rooms. Because I do believe I needed every bit of mental torture. If I had no arms or legs, I would have ROLLED to the shop to get my drink. So the mental pain that got me here today was definitely my bottom, and I can say today that I am grateful for every bit of that pain. Because it's remembering that pain which keeps me here One Day At A Time. Thank you for letting me share.

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