This is day number 1 AF for me. During the last few weeks I have managed a scant few solitary days where I have avoided alcohol, but I feel it's past time for me to start actually living my life AF...and I'm scared.
I first visited this site a few months ago. I posted a little, read a lot and I think this site really helped me manage 3 weeks AF. I felt I needed to change. I felt it was make or break time. I was so determined...
Needless to say it all went wrong. I really couldn't tell you what made me take that first sip, I have no idea. Something trivial I suppose, certainly not a reason worth putting back to the same, dark, miserable place I was originally in.
A second attempt, with even more medical 'help' met with even less success. Chlordiapoxide for withdrawl for the first three days...a few breather days...then antabuse. I was just over a week on antabuse when drunk, obnoxious, aggressive me ended up in hospital with a racing heartrate.
My worst fears were then realised when I was asked to leave university, go home to my parents and admit to them just how much of a waster I was..tough times...I felt I had to keep drinking.
Months have passed since then and things have admittedly got a lot better...I found a low paying job and instead of a complete mess I've once again become a 'functioning alcoholic'. But thats not enough.
I feel that at 22, I've potentially ruined my life. I suppose that sounds laughable but it's a feeling that I can't shake. I shoul'd have my degree and prospects...a life. Instead I'm an unqualified, unhealthy waster who works a soul destroying job and drinks himself to sleep every night.
My University initially said they'd take me back...if I was alcohol free. That was months ago. I'm still not alccohol free and I'm terrified of contacting them. Confirmation that I may not be able to get back is a thought that makes me sick...makes me drink...
I guess my worry and my fear is that if one day is hard, how in the blue hell am I going to cope with this constant fight throughout the rest of my life?? Now I know that this is something that get's easier over time, but I also know that in one split...maybe in a month from now...maybe in a year from now...it could all fall apart.
In previous attempts at giving up I always felt so upbeat; now cynicism, circumstances and self-doubt have really sapped the positvity out of me. I feel I've blown my chance to escape it. I sit there and look at my alcoholic father, wobbling, telling me with a glazed look that I havn't got a problem, that he's spilt more than I ever drank; I look at him and, where once I felt contempt and determination not to be like him, I now look and see a version of myself in a few years time, a tame, watered down version of what I am likely to become, and I feel contempt.
If you've used alcohol as a coping mechanism for years in order to deal with the shit in your life, then how can you realistically hope to deal with the even bigger shit heap that drinking has left you in, without it?
I guess this place is one solution. I apologise for this big meandering moan - I'm sure, objectively, that many of you are dealing with worse problems and could do without reading my trifles...but it felt good to write this. It's the first time in a long time I've really reflected on my situation as opposed to just blocking it out with alcohol. Tonight, at least, I've chosen to suffer my sorrows as opposed to drowning them....there's got to be something valuable in that, I suppose.
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