"It's that I get bored with happiness and destroy everything once Im doing well. This has been a pattern for a long time. It's not the alcohol I'm addicted to its the destruction. I enjoy, on some sick level, destroying my life. I knew what would happen when I started drinking again. I almost wanted it in some weird way. My trigger? Boredom and lack of fitting in."
The problem isn't alcohol... or your geographical location.... or the people that you associate with.