None of us are ready for recovery, but It has to begin sometime. Waiting to be ready and we'll end up dead. A strange series of events led me to recovery, from there I had to choose it all happened so fast and I wasn't ready for any of it to happen. I thought maybe I could wrestle a little more fun out of my drinking. What I didn't know was that I was done, had been done for a long time. There was no more fun, it was just the unrelenting having to be drunk all the time, and this was really messing up any life I was trying to put together. We're all a lot closer to death then I realize, when out of control recovery presents itself to us, and we all have to choose. Make clear we are choosing to change, or go on to the bitter end. I choose to change, but many don't and I've seen the end for some of them, and it's awful to watch. This thing relentlessly and it is determined to kill us.