That is the question, "Do we want to quit?" After a bender, when I've completely exhausted myself and the shame comes, I can say "I do". When its been a while and I'm not feeling anything at all and the stress of life is bearing down, sometimes in that moment, I struggle to come up with a reason to say no... Its kinda pathetic in the clear light of day, but it feels like, in those numb moments, that I've begun a journey across a vast desert, I'm just about out of site from where I've been and all I can see before me is a vast expanse of sand, with scorching sun all day and freezing cold at night. All you have to go on are the stories from those who've sent back word of a promised land far across the other side. They say you can make it, but out there slugging through all that dry ass sand its hard to stay motivated and not long for where we've been. PMO is a dead end, but its familiar and easy. I suppose no matter your beliefs this journey takes a certain amount of faith to complete it. We have to trust that those who've gone before us aren't pulling our legs that things get better, that there is a promised land on the other side.