What if I have nowhere to go other than the bottle?

I want to quit, but do I really? What if I have absolutely nothing going for me? What if it’s the only thing giving me peace, at least for a moment? What if the alternative feels even worse? What if death feels like the only other option? Why should I stop, when there’s no better place to go anyways? I’d find it so easy to quit if I could genuinely see it resulting in a path I could find happiness in. The problem is I don’t.