That's enough, darling.

Steven Pressfield, Turning Pro:

Ms. X is an attorney who lives in Los Angeles. Here’s her story:

I was driving, alone, from San Francisco to L.A. I took Interstate 5 because it was faster than the 101 and I had a meeting I had to get to. I got to Bakersfield around five and pulled off to find a gas station.

I woke up the next morning in a motel room, by myself, in the same clothes I had been wearing the night before, with an empty quart of Jim Beam on the bedstand beside me.

Why that time was different from any of a hundred times before, I don’t know. But as I was staring at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, I heard my own voice say, “That’s enough, darling. This shit has got to stop.”