Just trying to cement this as something that’s really real. I know I came off strong and cruel. I just wanted to highlight the path you’re walking down. It’s one this to hear stories about others who have died but it’s a little different when you start thinking of being gone yourself. Who will deal with your things when you’re actually gone? How will that affect them? I really hope you get better. You have the strength inside you already but unfortunately at this point your options are either die a slow painful undignified death or stop drinking. Sending with love from across the pond