Tim-One wrote:An alcoholic or addict can only not use until the conscious brain checks out or aches too much from the effort. A few times of this, the conscious brain learns that "resistance is futile" and just stops arguing with the instinct to drink.
Great insight and a great way to explain it!
Before my first drink... I was curious. I'm an explorer. And, I wondered if there really was some magic in it. What would it do? What could it do? I think I'll try it!
After my first drink -- I didn't like it! It made me feel dizzy. Sick. Goofy. Out of control. It sucked!
"How was I ever going to be able to drink this stuff -- so that I can grow up and be a real man? Dont ya know that you can't be a real man if you can't hold your booze?"
And, I was in a life session -- where I needed to grow up and be a real man really fast! There was no time to be a kid. There was no time to be a child. I didn't have the luxury of waiting to grow up. My life was on the line. I didn't know it then -- but, I was looking for a way to survive until I could be in a safe place where I could fix the stuff that was wrong.
Then, after I practiced a lot... and went to any lengths to learn to be able "to drink alcohol"... I discovered that there really was some magic in it. It could do all kinds of great and mysterious and magical things! And, it could help me grow up really fast! And, it would help me survive and win the fight to life! It could help me succeed!
I could do things with it -- that I could have never done without it! And, I succeeded! And, I did the magical and the un-do-able. And, I not only started to like it... I fell in love with it! And, I loved every single thing there was about it! I loved it so much that I married it! It became a part of me. We bonded. I left home and we became one with each other -- with a loyal commitment til death do us part! In good times and in bad times. For sickness and for health. A vital part of me that I could not and would not live without -- even if and when it killed me. Life was not worth living without it.
So, for me... it was progressive. I was curious. I hated it when I first met it. Then, I learned to deal with it. Learned to like it. And, fell in love and we became one. Life was not worth living without it. Life was not live-able without it. It became... "to drink is to die" and "to not drink is to die" ... and I can't handle living without it.