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Waiting To Hit Rock Bottom Before You Get Sober? Don’t.

There’s a lot of talk in the recovery world about “rock bottom.”

What does it mean to hit rock bottom? What was your rock bottom? Is my rock bottom low enough to qualify me to be here among these people? Have I even hit rock bottom?

When people talk about rock bottom, they’re generally referring to the most horrible thing or state you found yourself in that made you say, “Okay, this has to stop.”

I think rock bottom is subjective to everyone’s journey and shouldn’t matter in the grand scheme of things. It’s a great entry point for your story but not necessary.

Technically, so long as you’re alive, there are always lower points you can reach, and it’s exactly that kind of thinking that leads a lot of people to early, tragic deaths.

I’m grateful not to be part of that last group every day because I could have been.

This article is for everyone wasting too much mental energy on the idea of rock bottom and wondering if they’re there yet.

If you have to think about it, consider the answer “yes.”

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Ignoring Red Flags About Your Drinking

I have a lot of shameful memories that still pop up in my head and make me wince. A big one is something that should’ve been my rock bottom but wasn’t. 

I downplayed the incident and swept it under the proverbial rug for years.

I’ll give you the summarized version. In May 2012, I went to a food, wine, and music festival in Prospect Park, Brooklyn, with my good friend, Andrea.

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My Alcohol Rock Bottom Story

What you need to know about this day is that it was disorganized, and lines for food were much longer than lines for beer and wine. I did manage to secure a grilled cheese sandwich after 45 minutes of waiting, but otherwise, I was on a liquid diet that day.

We drank, and then we drank some more.

The wine tent was cool with little wait time, and we took full advantage. I don’t remember how much we drank, but it was a lot.

Here’s what I do know:

  • By the time the music concert began, I was as drunk as I could possibly be without throwing up or being in the “danger zone.”
  • This did not stop me from drinking more.
  • At some point, my friend Andrea left to hang out with her boyfriend.
  • I lied to Andrea and said I would be fine if she left.
  • I wasn’t.

The Worst Walk Home Of My Life

I didn’t fully feel the effects of all the wine I drank until I started walking home.

When the wine finally hit, it did so with ferocity. I had double vision, and the world started to swirl.

I wobbled down the park’s path among the exiting crowd trying to play it cool. Before catching myself, I tripped over my feet and landed on big rocks among the trees.

I was this girl but in the park at dusk.


It occurred to me that I was at risk of passing out in the park and needed to get home ASAP.

A woman, clearly revolted by my public drunkness, asked if anyone was with me. I’m sure I replied, but I can’t remember what I said.

I do remember her face. She was mortified and quickly left with her kids.

Who could blame her?

Getting lost while drunk in public.

I somehow got back to my feet and found my way out of the park.

The problem was that I was getting drunker and was nowhere near my neighborhood. I’d managed to come out on the Flatbush side, a good thirty-minute walk from my apartment.

Panic struck.

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this should have been rock bottom for me

I was too inebriated to get my bearings, so I just started to walk and hoped something would look familiar.

There are flashes in my memory of trying to walk down the sidewalk like a normal person who wasn’t wasted at 6 o’clock in the evening.

It didn’t work.

I still get little pictures in my mind of people’s faces as I passed by.

They aren’t good.

That’s when the gentleman in the car hopped out.

It Could’ve Been Much Worse

A guy about my age rushed out of his car and stopped me from walking further.

“Hey! Are you lost? Where are you going?”

I know that I whimpered or cried about how I lived in Prospect Heights but didn’t know how I got to this side. He offered me a ride, and I took it without a second thought. (Yes, I know.)

Divine intervention?

This part of the story could’ve taken a very ugly turn but didn’t.

The man was (and is) truly an angel, and I remember telling him that repeatedly on the drive to my apartment. He ensured I got home safely and waited outside until I was in my building.

I’m grateful every single day that he found me and not somebody else.

I wish I could tell you this entire ordeal was a wake-up call and that I started down my path to sobriety the next day.

The truth is, I got home, threw up, ordered some food (probably nachos), and drank a bottle of hard cider before passing out on my couch.

I woke up the next day and posted this picture from the festival on Facebook and didn’t tell a soul about how I got home.

Probably my last moment of functioning coherence that day

Hitting Rock Bottom and High Functioning Alcoholics

Despite the horrifying story I just told you, I was still technically a high-functioning alcoholic (HFA).

I never lost a job or a home or seriously injured anyone (including myself) because of my drinking. So I was constantly questioning the idea of hitting rock bottom and what it meant to me.

In an article in Psychology Today, Sarah Benton discusses the concept of rock bottom for high-functioning alcoholics. She notes that many HFAs lack the “gift of desperation.”

Because we are otherwise functioning human beings, our rock bottoms are primarily emotional in nature. That gives us a little wiggle room to negotiate mentally.

Internally, we are suffering, but externally we still manage to meet our basic needs. It becomes a little easier to ignore red flags when this is the case.

So long as you’re not homeless, jobless, or broke – you’re fine, right?

It could always be worse!

Well, sure, but why would you want it to be?

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There’s No Prize For Worst “Rock Bottom.”

I hear and read a lot from people who are just starting out in sobriety and have attended their first meeting.

They fret a little because they hear stories much worse than their own and begin to second guess whether they belong.

I firmly believe this goes back to the preconceived notions we have about who an alcoholic is or is not. These ideas just get us into trouble.

You don’t have to get a bunch of DUIs or lose your spouse or custody of your children to belong in recovery.

Nobody is judging your rock bottom but you, I promise.

The only thing that qualifies you for recovery is an inability to control alcohol and realizing that your life is significantly better without it.

The Danger Of Downplaying Rock Bottoms

Another risky side-effect of comparing your low points to others is that the little sabotaging voice inside your head is very good at seizing opportunities.

You’re sitting in a meeting, and the man on your left is talking about how he got drunk and cheated on his wife, and now they’re separated.

“See,” that little voice says. “You’re not THAT bad. You’re not like these people. You can drink. It’s fine. Just cut back a little. Why are you even here?”

Let’s step back and think about that logic for a second.

You’re listening to a guy talk about how his drinking got so bad that he did a horrible thing, and your FIRST reaction is, “See! I still got a ways to go before I need to get sober!”

You are signaling that alcohol is so important that you are willing to let it do something truly devastating to you or your loved ones before you consider letting it go.

Thaaaaaaat’s not cool.

If you listen to someone talk about how alcohol destroyed their marriage and you don’t immediately think, “Oh my god. I don’t want that to happen to me,” there’s a problem.

And aren’t you so lucky to have realized it now before it gets worse?

That’s how it SHOULD go but rarely does.

The Price of Not Listening

I wish that in May of 2012, I would’ve finally admitted that I had a problem.

How many red flags do we get and take for granted?

How many nights did you drive home when you shouldn’t have reached safely despite yourself?

How many second chances from bosses or significant others have we been given?

Every red flag is a blessing in disguise, but we can be terrible at seeing them that way. Instead, we wipe our brows and breathe a sigh of relief.

“Whew, that could’ve been REALLY bad!”

There’s a nervous chuckle. Maybe it turns into a “funny” story at the next happy hour.

“Dude! Remember that party we went to, and you almost died!!”

We tell these stories and laugh so that we don’t have to deal with the fact that we are endangering ourselves and others with our drinking.

Getting admitted to the ER for alcohol poisoning should be considered hitting rock bottom, not a hilarious story to tell at the reunion in five years.

And yet, we mostly don’t take it seriously until there’s a pile of wreckage we can never fully undo.

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A Final Warning About Waiting To Hit Rock Bottom

Things get worse so slowly that we hardly notice until it’s beyond our control.

We get creative with our excuses to our boss for why we can’t get to work on time. We take it easy for a week or two and then develop amnesia. We crack open a bottle of hard cider after a stranger dropped us at home because we were stumbling drunk in the park.

We live in a constant state of denial because it’s easier, and there’s booze there.

Whether or not you believe in a higher power, it remains true that life only grants you so many warnings and second chances before something awful happens.

To ignore or downplay their severity is to play a game of Russian roulette with your life.

Every red flag is an empty chamber. Eventually, you’ll get the bullet.

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  1. My husband is a HFA in denial. it’s truly a devastating disease that slowly kills your soul. We have a 3 year old daughter. some nights I lie in bed awake looking at her and asking myself when will I put stop to this madness. I guess I haven’t hit my rock bottom yet otherwise I would’ve left by now.
    Just wanted to say that I love your blog! I admit I read it partly because I want to understand what’s happening to my husband. you’re so painfully honest, it takes a lot of courage and humility to get where you are.

    1. Thank for you this Kat! I’m so sorry you’re going through this right now. I’ve a two year old daughter so I can imagine how your heart must be breaking right now. Do what’s best for you and your daughter, first and foremost.

      1. I have been struggling for a while…lost so much I worked hard for…your last sentence made sense to me

  2. As I read your story my own rock bottom story was playing in my mind. Embarrassed, ashamed and almost lost my new husband whom I love dearly and has put up with my drunk stunts for over 13 years. I was a HFA and my rock bottom came at age 48. Sad, I’m a slow learner. I’m only a few weeks into sobriety and I won’t lie, it’s hard! Thank you all for sharing and giving strength to all of us who need to remember that rock bottom is not a place any of us are proud of just one place we need to know we should never be again.

    1. Thank you for this! And there is definitely no shame in starting at 48. You started and THAT is the only thing that matters. It is hard, but it will get a little bit easier as you go. Feel free to join our private FB group if you haven’t already if you’re looking for support. Lots of awesome people there!

  3. Hi Alicia, thanks for sharing. I had a night much like yours 20 years ago (I had to get my boyfriend’s dad to come and save me – and I’m so grateful he did). I wish someone had pointed me in the direction of A.A. then. Finally getting sober now; it’s a great club to be in.

  4. I’ve really enjoyed reading your posts recently, see I am married to a high functioning alcoholic who as I type this is trying to get sober. I also grew up with an alcoholic father, so you can imagine my current position, but I DO believe in a higher power, GOD, and I know that no matter what the out come is he only wants the best for each and every one of us! Congratulations on each and every day that you win your battle. Much love to you!

  5. Great post. Everyone has a different rock bottom. I wish I wouldn’t have waited till I hit mine, over and over and over and over again before finally choosing to get sober.

    The last paragraph of this post is amazing! Love it. Keep up the #soberbadassery. 🙂

    1. Thanks, Natasha! I’d been dodging red flags since my early twenties so I definitely feel where you’re coming from! Better late than never I suppose 🙂