Bobby
Yep. I spent years telling myself I was going to stop drinking, and I'd manage a couple of weeks or maybe a month, and then something would happen and all the promises I'd made myself meant nothing because I'd wake up three days later with an empty wallet and a killer hangover. Admitting to someone else out loud that I needed help was the hardest thing I ever did.
This is the bit where all the cliches go, about being sick and tired of being sick and tired and all that.