About to break

Last time I got drunk was February 15th. I've been hanging on, fighting every day. Some of those battles were easy, some tore me apart, but I came out on top every time, and am now approaching two months of sobriety after drinking for over two decades.

Since yesterday the yearning for beer has been so intense, I am near positive I will fail today, and break my streak. I am aware of all the reasons against it, but the demon has awoken, and I feel this is it. I will get wasted tonight, and will hate myself in the morning. I am bereft of strength. I am giving up