As long as it doesnt hurt too bad, or hurt those around me (hey, I'm even a better Mom sometimes when I'm drinking because I'm not uptight-rationalization) then wake up, read the news about all these awful events that have occured in just one day, I think...wow, I'm really doing okay. But...this is not living, whirling events, thoughts, etc etc.
Why is it so hard to smile when I am not drinking (mainly when I get home). Why do I think drinking helps me smile, for that initial moment of feeling buzzed...but then the sinking feeling of depression and guilt, but still makes the smile look a little more real.
Would love to live what seems to be a real life for others, walking their dogs, going to church, jogging, getting involved with organizations. I say I would love to...but have no desire really. I guess others always look perfect from the outside...but damn I would much rather have a drink then walk the dog. Keep busy they say, just so easy to pick it up. Everything goes away for awhile.
Joined this group...quit for almost a week, slipped, and havent looked back.
Thank you for all that have got this far, rambling I suppose. So much easier to express thoughts when you have had a few.
I guess I am curious what your rationlizations are...how do you move past wanting that drink to living life. As many times as I have hit bottom you would think that would be enough but no...so, what finally gave you enough strength to put this poison down.
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