"i want to drink.And so I am. I know the drill, the health risks, the cost, the weight gain, the loathing etc etc and still i want to drink. Think I am a lost cause to be honest."
I'm going to be honest - which is a risk because it often gets me told off. But here goes ...
People who genuinely want to drink - we'll call them "normal drinkers" - don't come on threads like this. Because, for them, drinking is fun and pleasurable.
I sense - and I know you will correct me if I am wrong - that, when you say "I want to drink," knowing as you do how drinking makes you feel, you actually mean "I can't stand the idea of not drinking." Which is not the same thing at all.
Towards the very end of my drinking - in between the moments of black suicidal panicky misery which are not normal for a balanced human being - I can remember thinking, "if this is my life WITH alcohol, how shit will my life be WITHOUT it?" I am happy to confirm now that, though apparently rational, this logic was a load of bollocks. My life is actually not all roses at the moment. You still could not persuade me to drink alcohol unless you held me down and poured it into me. My life is infinitely better without a drink than with one and, today, I do not "want" to drink any more than I "want" to hit myself in the groin with a claw hammer. And the reasons for that have not changed - drinking alcohol made me angry, and sad, and lonely, and depressed, and frightened, and panicky. EVERY time. I am so glad all of that is behind me.
When I stopped drinking I was not ill, I still had access to money, I had no wife, no children, no mortgage. If drinking had made me happy I would have drunk myself to death, would have thought that it was a good choice to make (definite pleasure now is better than maybe pleasure later, I'd have thought) and would have had no good reason not to (well, my mother would have been sad, of course, but it's not like I had any time to worry about HER feelings when I was drinking.) But, of course, I didn't drink myself to death. In fact, I now regularly go to cold church halls and spartan community centres in a concerted effort NOT to drink AT ALL. Why? For the same reason you came here. Because I don't want to drink. Because it ruined my life.
And the day I found out that I could stop without the world falling apart was the luckiest day of my life.