It started out OK, a few beers once or twice a week, but last Wednesday I threw myself into a week long bender. Being unemployed I cant afford my anxiety meds, so withdrawals come quickly and come hard, and until tomorrow, my only recourse is an early morning glass of wine, after lying awake wracked with anxiety for a few hours.
Yesterday morning I didn't have to endure the full wait; I woke at 6:30 into straight terror. The half hour wait for the Spar to open so I could buy a bottle of wine was intense. Today I woke at 3am, but having drunk much less, the wait was more bearable. I arose at 4am and passed the wait working/seeking work online. It's now 7:45, and my first glass of wine is working its magic. I might even get a good nap before the bottle is finished.
Tomorrow I visit the doc for some tranqs to help with stopping again until the booze season is over. I've decided to move to Cape Town, where I will have much more to do in contact with more friends. I'm sure that and some willpower will make my second attempt at moderation easier.
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