Quit cold turkey in the middle of the pandemic. I pretended to be sick and lay in bed sweating it out for a week. Tried some AA meetings but not really my thing. After a few weeks I stopped counting the days and after 6 months I stopped counting altogether. It was difficult but I really wanted to stop. Cravings are rare and mild now. My hygiene has improved dramatically. (Showers kill buzzes). No more diarrhea!
On the flip side my wife says I don't talk much anymore. I was always rather grim and quiet and booze loosened me up. But all the alcohol on earth couldn't drown my hellish upbringing. But forgiving my mother did .
Well, I really don't want to get into all the gory details I just wanted to write it down. The umpteenth time I attempted to stop seems to be working. So if you are struggling and fall don't punish yourself. Try again when the urge to quit arises. It may be the time that works.
Peace to all and I am oooot!