I wrote a snappy response to your snappy remark but, I don’t want to give you anything but compassion because I used to think that way too.

I also use to think that it wasn’t a choice. That my addiction was far beyond my control. That everything I did in life was just the way it was and that the dog shit way I felt every day was just my lot in life.

I’m not assuming you are the exact same as me in those regards but to affiliate the word luck with choice in this context disregards all of the hardships that those of us who have made the choice to live better have endured. Not just in sobriety, but in any circumstance. It is fucking to choose everyday to give yourself the opportunity to be better. It is easy to choose to the other way and at times I wonder why I don’t just go back down that route. And then I remember, because even thought it can be really fucking hard, it’s really fucking worth it to choose to live.

I’m sorry for any pain or lack of control you feel. I hope you can make a choice to love yourself and opt out of whatever it is that you need to opt out of. I’ve had to opt out of many things and have to find different methods of doing that. Opting out doesn’t always look like cold turkey nor does it always look like doing it alone.

Best of luck for you on your journey.