We had a cook who was a heavy duty alcoholic. Someone told him that you could filter gasoline through a loaf of bread and it would filter out the poisons so you could drink it. He was so far gone that he actually tried it with the expected results. He survived it, barely, but we didn't see him the rest of the cycle. Can you imagine what your guts would feel like after that? Death would be too kind.

“In a time of deceit telling the truth is a revolutionary act.”
― George Orwell

It's not over when you lose. It's over when you quit.