However... I'm terribly depressed and sinking into a dark pit of aloneness, and I'm scared by it all. Terrified, actually.
There are surely numerous factors to my depression (cleansing diet, recent end to a relationship - which is a good thing but hard to get used to being alone, long history of depression from a miserable childhood, troubles with my relationship with my daughter, very overweight, etc.) But here's a new facet to my blues that I'm not used to. In being sober much more than I am drinking these days, I've been taking an honest assessment of my life, who I am and how I am.
All those many, many years drinking ... wasted. And now I am 42 and find that because I was drinking for so long I have not grown as a person as I should have. I don't know much about politics, art, music, current events, etc. I have no real interests (before booze was my only interest). I have no friends, because for one thing I'm a shy introvert, but also because I wouldn't spend time with anyone who didn't have getting smashed among their top two priorities in life. I have not been financially responsible and it will take me years to clean up my credit. My body is a wreck - I'm 75 pounds overweight, almost always something hurts, and I have poor muscle tone and posture. The longest relationship I've ever had was 5 years (and that only lasted that long because we had a kid together) and every relationship I had was insane (and there were a lot of them). I revert to codependent behavior in any close relationship - and am aware now that this is true even with my little girl. I've not been a good enough mother for her and she lacks discipline, is sassy and arrogant, moody and often depressed. The holidays are coming up and I honestly don't have anyone to spend them with (I let my daughter go with her dad on holidays, as he has family near).
I'm not sure why I'm posting this. I guess I just needed to get it out, as these thoughts are making me crazier every day and I have no one in my life to talk to. The negative self-talk is overwhelming. It seems at times like a demon is within, beating down and slashing any scraps of spirit I have left... even those bits that rise up hopeful that I am well on my way to conquering the fight with alcohol.
I thought I would feel better in drinking so much less. Maybe it would be different if I was completely AF? But in feeling this way, it is SO HARD to not escape into numbness a couple nights a week - especially those nights when my daughter is with her dad and I'm alone with the bastards in my head.
Sorry to be a downer, and so longwinded. I just don't know what to do. I'm very frightened.
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