In an interview with British GQ, the 21-year old actor reveals that alcohol became his enemy.
“I became so reliant on (alcohol) to enjoy stuff,” he admits. “There were a few years there when I was just so enamored with the idea of living some sort of famous person’s lifestyle that really isn’t suited to me.”
Now he doesn't drink.
“As much as I would love to be a person that goes to parties and has a couple of drinks and has a nice time, that doesn’t work for me. I do that very unsuccessfully. I’d just rather sit at home and read, or talk to somebody that makes me laugh. There’s no shame in enjoying the quiet life. And that’s been the realization of the past few years for me.”
I want to extend a personal note to Daniel Radcliffe. First, thank you for coming out about your problem with alcohol. It took me a very, very long time - and a number of suicide attempts - to realize that alcohol and drugs significantly contributed to my constant depression; they did not make me more "creative" as I mythologized. I got sober in 1980 because my boss gave me a choice: get sober or lose my job - and my job was my identity. I "white-knuckled" it for the first six months, repeating the mantra: "I will not drink, use, or kill myself one minute at a time." Luckily, I also had to attend 12 Step meetings where I was required to "fess up" about my feelings - and that wound up saving my life. I heard "you're only as sick as your secrets" and discovered I wasn't alone or so special in having some pretty deep and dark secrets.