Well, unfortunately, I’m back. I swear, I do not know what is wrong with me. I don’t have physical cravings at all. It’s all mental. And if I go about 3 days with no Al, then I don’t even have the mental cravings. I went almost 12 months with no alcohol at all. But here is what happens, once I have a drink, my inhibitions go out the window. There is no stopping. And it gets worse. Saturday night was the cherry on top of the ice cream.
Let me start by saying that I am a social retard. I am extremely shy and totally suck at small talk. When in a conversation with people I don’t know, I tend to examine all the details of my shoes. However, get a small amount of alcohol in me, and I turn into a social butterfly - you might even think I am campaigning for public office :-). I mean the difference is between night and day. And the amount of alcohol needed is very little - I’m not buzzing at all. I just feel good and enjoy talking with everyone.
We went to a new years eve party. It was a “racy” NYE type party (I won’t go into details). But it was a two night party at a hotel. It was BYOB and they supply “setups” - ice and mixers. Friday night I had a few drinks but was perfectly fine. We met some really nice folks and had a great time. I was totally in control the entire time and basically just had the “feel good” feeling.
Saturday I got up feeling great. The Saturday night party started at 7PM. We started getting ready at 5:30. I fixed myself a drink. We then went to the dinner part of the party. I was not ‘buzzing’ but I was at that social butterfly stage - introducing us to other couples…. Then at 8 the party started. I started making our drinks. That is about the last thing I remember. As I am told by my wife, she kept offering me water but I kept making drinks - very strong drinks. It appears that I did a few socially questionable things (nothing over the top) but things I’m not real proud of. Fortunately, we didn’t know a sole at the party and it was 2 hours from where we live. My wife finally escorted me to our room where I passed out. I remember none of this.
Here is the strange part - I had no intentions of getting this way. I never felt a feeling telling me “Ok, you’ve had enough - you are about to go over the top”. If I felt that, I would have stoped. I know that. But it never happens. What the heck?
So, when we got home Sunday I was so disappointed with myself, self hatred, that I crawled in bed at noon and stayed there until 6:30 this morning. I have a gun permit and noticed that my wife had removed my weapon from the console of my truck without saying anything to me about it. I have to admit it here, that the idea of ending it actually crossed my mind several times while laying in bed Sunday. This morning was a company holiday but several people at my office went to work because in my line of business, this time of year is when our customers need us the most. I spent the day in my office, door closed, reliving the entire weekend and swirling deeper into depression.
This evening when I got home my wife and I discussed the weekend in detail. She is so supportive. But I keep replaying the weekend over and over in my mind like a bad re-run. I’ve heard of hitting rock bottom and I think I have a bruise on my head from hitting the bottom!
We have removed all liquor from the house. I am having no cravings at all at the moment and I don’t think I will. But I think I am really messed up. What kind of person, has no cravings - can go months without a drink, but then when the opportunity presents itself, they go over the edge with no intentions of doing so?
Anyway, that’s my story. I felt like I needed to put it out there to share.
Thanks for plowing through all this….
Itsjustme
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