I might pull the ripcord and finally tell my family I’m alcoholic (functioning for 2+ years) but I’m naturally concerned what comes after

I’ve lived by myself in a great place for 4+ years but have developed alcoholism/depression I’ve battled for 2+ years. I live in a duplex and have tenants below that are squatters (never paid rent, getting evicted through the courts eventually). They smoke cigs and tobacco blunts inside regularly and it is just too much, I’ve hit my limit and I need to move. Im not actually religious but in my slightly buzzed mind (I have been drinking) Im thinking this is the perfect time to come clean about being an alcoholic to my family and move back in with my parents or brother. My shitty roommates might be the catalyst but it could save my life, what a story.

It is too late to call my parents and Im sure I’ll wake up and think omg im glad I didn’t make that call. It is crazy that I need alcohol to ever make that call for help. I want to make that call. I hoping responses to this will keep my positive mental up to make that call tomorrow to my parents

I assume the question will be asked, yes I have a therapist which helps with depression a bit but not alcoholism

Edit: I have great parents but have always been a black sheep relative to my brother (who I also get along with well, but a strong competitive undertone). I got a PhD so I’m not living on the street. But the expectations have always been high so I hate that my pride is a big reason to not ask for help. We are not a rich family though, rehab isn’t affordable and would end my career even if it was