I had an alcohol problem. I went to rehab, I stopped drinking. That does not undo 2 x DUI and all the pain / hurt / things I fucked up during my problem period. It does not undo the time I wasted and I just can't shake that. I have tried, (my mother would call what I am doing right now "naval gazing") I can't get over the person I have been because it just wasn't me it was like I took a break from being me for 6 or so years and now I am back to it and feel shocked and lost and confused and anxious and scared and just freaking bewildered!
I know people are going to say that you learn from your experiences and you become a better person etc but it seems like the more I improve myself the worse I feel.
I am finishing college (uni in australia) where of course I feel old as hell but I am there nonetheless and I am achieving really well like 90% for everything, I have lost in the vicinity of 25 kg - maybe 55 pounds ? Something like that, I am in great shape, I am a nicer person, I think differently and I don't drink. People who meet me now have no idea of who I once was. All this positive stuff that should make me feel better right? All the textbook stuff that you are supposed to do in order to lead a healthy life. I eat well - I have basically reformed.
I cannot shake it, there is always something - I am too old, I have missed my opportunity, what if I don't land that job because of the DUI, what if I don't land a job at all, I really have no direction, I am not married, I don't even have a girlfriend, I have no prospects really blah blah blah if you can think about it I have probably thought it. Every relationship I have ever had I was drinking in.
Does anyone else feel like they are lost and have come out of living in a fog? It feels like from about 24 - 30 just whisked by and I can't even really remember it and now I realise they were precious precious years I will never get back - I feel like I should absolutely be in a different place to where I am now. I should say at this point that the whole reason I started drinking in the first place was an emotionally abusive mother and anxiety that developed from that / and from being a quiet kid (whatever thats not important right now). Thats how I handled it. I picked up the bottle to self medicate and it just got out of control. I was also taking xanax and antidepressants so mixed with alcohol it was, as most of you can imagine, a fucking nightmare.
I sit here and type this and just feel totally and utterly alone and lost. I don't feel like drinking, I don't know if its a psychological shift or what but I have had drinks since rehab and it doesn't make me feel the same as it once did.
I used to feel fulfilled. Paradise for me was sitting in a hotel room alone or with a friend (it didn't make a difference one way or another) and just drinking. 20 beers - whatever, I would swear to myself every time that I would not lose control again, that I would not forget anything more. But shit, honestly after 5 beers with xanax and the other meds I was on (luvox) what chance did I ever really have of doing that.
Suicide is not really an option for me because of what it would do to my family, my father in particular, but I do feel like I should just vanish, go away. Maybe I need to move to a new city and re-invent myself where no one knows me. Then I think about the confidence and belief in oneself that would take and the idea quickly becomes fantasy.
My father has just had a huge accident and is in the hospital (I was thinking the same way before this happened) and I am back at home supporting my mother. She is mentally unstable - she is the principal of a school, I am 30 years old and I still feel like I am 16 in some ways. I feel like I have to be there for her because she is my mother, I know underneath everything she is a good person with a good heart but she acts like a witch most of the time. I think to myself she doesn't have an excuse because she doesn't even drink. Just really really bad emotional abuse.
I guess what I am after is some advice, maybe some re-assurance if you can provide any from personal experience. Maybe someone feels / or has felt just like I do. I can't shake the past, my mother reminds me of it all the time - even though I have over come it and have years under my belt and I am a different person. I tell myself that but believing it is another thing - I see fact now, if it's fact I can believe it I guess. Anything at all that is open to interpretation on my part I go with the negative - especially if it is to do with me. Ie I was 125kg, I am now 91kg - fact. I have lost a lot of weight and am in good shape. That is a quantifiable fact but it doesn't actually make me feel any better AT ALL.
When I attempt to keep normal hours, go to sleep at night I just lay awake for hours - literally, 4 hours sometimes and then I'll get up and just get on the treadmill or something. All that time just negative thoughts running through my head, the past, the present, the future, all on top of one another and interleaved. It's a nightmare and I honestly don't know what to do. I have been to psychologists / psychiatrists in the past and the medication, well what i have been prescribed anyway doesn't help and I am not even convinced that medication is the answer.
This has just been an explosion of emotion - I feel like it's just complaining and I should get the fuck over myself I really do. When you live with it day in day out though and you tell yourself that every day and nothing changes -it really starts to scare you.
Thanks - at least venting and knowing people will read it rather than just writing it to myself is something.
Thanks to anyone who takes the time to read this drivel.
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