Talking to a drunk person is like banging your head against a brick wall.  Maybe, the wall makes more sense...  eventually the wall will tell you, "yeah this does hurt, if you simply surrender, maybe I won't make u pass out w/ a concusion."

Imagine working in a day care for ten yrs...  all a bunch of screaming lil infants, none of them can speak English, no one can describe what they want or need, in fact they don't even know what it is that they need/want.  All the while they are reaching out, demanding from you, vomiting & pooping on your every effort.

This is what it is like trying to be logical with this disease.  If you went to the doctor & sd, "doc, I keep slamming my hand in the car door repeatedly & the pain just won't go away."  Your physician might suggest, "well hve u tried stopping?"  This would be logic but alcoholism says, "but see I just can't stop the door or remove my hand."

Anyone that didn't have an addiction would slam their hand once & say, "wow that hurts, I think I'll walk away now."   We are not compulsively sick but just like an A we have to reach our own bottom, where enough is enough & make some change.   My sickness was loving A's & not myself...  this has begun to shift in the last few months & I can see serenity is something tangible.

love, -Kitty of Light