I'll bite…
My wife was getting on my case for showing up to everything drunk (including my toddlers Birthday party), so I went to AA. AA was full of people who were different than me and basically the whole thing was BS, so I stopped going and would go drink then come home from my "meeting". As my life continued to spiral out of control, I wanted to stop, but I had problems because I drank and drank because I had problems… A vicious cycle that I didn't think I could break. I started talking with a sober "friend" who offered friendly advice (I thought he was full of s**t, but I listened). One day I came home drunk and my wife said "I'm pregnant, too bad you'll probably never meet your child". Her comments hit me hard, I decided it was time.
I called my "friend" he and another guy who looked scary as hell showed up at my house and put me in the back seat of the car and did about 2 hours of a classic 12th step. At the end of the ride we were in front of a mental health hospital with a treatment center. I felt hoodwinked, but went in for an evaluation. To nobody's surprise they felt I needed immediate help.
Treatment started with 3 days in the psych ward that scared the hell out of me. After 10 days I declared myself healed and tried to check out. They called my wife in like she was my freaking mother! I got the point and started shutting up and listening in group and required AA meetings. I graduated and went back to work plus I did 90 meetings in 90 days. Those first 6 months I was sober and listening, but still full of s**t. A person I loved more than anyone died in my arms, I came home from the funeral and promptly got fired. I was new in recovery with a pregnant wife, a mortgage and a half assed recovery program. I thought back to day 10 in treatment and doubled down on listening and shutting up, the people with long term sobriety became my mentors. The guy who stuck with me all that time became my main mentor, but not my sponsor. Within my first year I was very lucky and completely lost the desire to drink (never had a desire since). I continued to work the steps and go to meetings and continued to work on my ego.
18 years later I still struggle with humility (I can yank the 7th step back before breakfast), but I work on it. In the last couple years I've noticed my BS in meetings and life has dropped to non a-hole levels. Life is good, I internalize my problems less, I try to be a genuinely nice guy, my kids like me (the wife too most days ;) ). One child has never seen me drink and the other doesn't remember. Life is great, even when things are going the wrong way, life is good.
Side note: The "friend" who saved my life and became my mentor became a true friend. A few years into my sobriety he told me he had been diagnosed with a brain tumor the day before. We hugged and I promised to be there for him like he was for me. I never got a chance, he died two days later. In a packed church full of the sober and normal sat me a 6'2" 200lb man crying like a baby (for the entire Mass through burial and the rest of the day and 5 minutes while I wrote this). Today, I am there for him by staying sober every day and helping others get sober and stay that way.
I wonder if the above will work for Carbs…. I should give it a try!