Is it Too Late to Quit Drinking at 48?

Your life is more than half over, so why stop now?

Me living life!

Here I sit at 2 am, trying again. Defeated, beat down, telling myself I couldn’t do it. I’m on day 4, yet again. Do you know how many days 4’s I’ve had? So many I lost freaking count back in 2012 when I really tried to kick this destructive habit of mine.

Am I an alcoholic?

I know, I know. Many will “label” me as that because I struggle with alcohol. I use it to excess even though there are negative consequences. Sometimes I have too much, but even too much is never enough. I can walk into a bar and have one beer, or I can have 4 shots and 10 beers too. It all depends on the mission and purpose of the day.

Drinking isn’t fun unless I drink to get fucked up and escape; that’s it. I hate the taste of most of it. The smell of whiskey makes me want to vomit, and the taste of most beers I suck down tastes like I just put my tongue on a 9-volt battery, but I play it off as “I know a good beer when I taste one.”

So, am I an alcoholic? I don’t think so. I can get addicted to almost anything and, I do. Do I have an addictive personality? I sure as hell do, times 1000, and it’s not easy.

As we age, we begin to feel the abuse from not caring…