I was resigned to allowing drink to take over my life. I had no energy or desire to change things. I have no memory of having wanted to stop, in any case there was little point; my life had crumbled, I was dissappointed in myself, ashamed of myself, I did not believe that I was able to stop drinking.
I cannot remember any of my thought processes that went into a decision to stop drinking. Some time about August I found that I had made a decision - and I stopped. This was a particularly hazy part of my life and only later when thinking about the fact that I had stopped and that it had not been very difficult (the stopping) did I come to suspect that perhaps there was more to it than met the eye. I had not counted on the power of Mom's prayers. We never discussed her prayers for me, but I know I was pretty high on her prayer list. I remain convinced that her faith and the power of her prayers was the kick-start to my reformation.