It's nearly 1.30am on Monday morning and I just know I won't sleep tonight. I messed up at the weekend and got totally plastered on Friday and Saturday night. I did well all week staying away from the vodka. Now I've got to start all over again with the sleeplessness.
I can't bear the thought of never having another drink so I promised myself I would limit my drinking to Friday and Saturday nights and then try to cut it out completely.
I never used to touch alcohol until I got into my mid twenties and met my other half. At first I would be content with a glass of wine then I noticed it made me feel calmer and more relaxed when in company. I am painfully shy and hate socialising so when my other half had a works party or outing I started to have a few drinks in order to give my self some courage to talk to people. Soon I was drinking on a regular basis at home and even at work. I began to use alcohol for everything, boredom, anxiety, stress etc.
Within about a year of drinking my first glass of wine, I was getting through a bottle a day.
This went on until I discovered I was pregnant with my first son. I was feeling so sick all the time that luckily I didn't want to drink at all. When he was born, I was so besotted with him that I never gave alcohol a thought. He was only three months old when I found I was pregnant again. I had a very bad pregnancy with my second son. At three months I had a threatened miscarriage and when I went to the hospital they said that a large part of the placenta had come away from the womb and it was very likely that I could lose the baby at any time during the pregnancy. I bled through the rest of the pregnancy but luckily he was born fine.
Looking after a baby and toddler was very tiring and stressful but I was kept so busy that I never thought of drinking plus I was dieting all the time so I never thought about alcohol.
The alcohol problem came back again when my sons were about 3 and 4 and were at pre-school about 3 afternoons a week. That was 3 years ago and my drinking has crept up to the worst it's ever been. My tolerance to alcohol has got more and more so that I switched to vodka every night instead of wine and can drink up to a whole 75cl bottle of vodka at the weekend when I know I can sleep in the next day.
My drinking has changed these days. I now drink secretly at night time in order to alleviate the boredom and stress of the day and to get to sleep. There has been so many times in the past when I have been out socially and drunk far too much and ended up making a total ass of myself in front of the very people I started drinking for in the first place in order to not feel such an ass. I've ruined nearly every holiday with my other half by getting totally plastered all the time and I know he's really fed up with me. I've even been plastered in front of my sons on a few occasions and upset them. God, I'm so ashamed of myself when I think about all these times that I no longer drink in company and I make sure my sons are in bed and out the way when I start. My other half makes me promise I won't drink if we go to his works do. I managed this at the xmas dinner dance but felt bored and fed up all night and as soon as I got back I had over half a bottle of vodka in secret.
Sometimes I feel positive that I will be able to stop drinking like when I've been AF for a few days and feel great without it and then other times I'm craving the alcohol so much that I feel there's no hope for me. If I'm not drinking then my other old vice resurfaces which is bulimia and I spend the night binging and throwing up. I've had the bulimia since my early twenties which came after anorexia which I suffered for a few years. It all seems such a vicious circle. I flit from alcholism to bulimia and anorexia. At the moment I'm the heaviest I've ever been at a size 16 and I hardly eat. I had a spell of anorexia after my second son was born so I know I could easily slip down that path again. Is there anyone else here who has an eating disorder as well as alcoholism?
It seems I'm on a path of self distruction. Will I ever be free of these things or am I doomed to suffer one or the other for the rest of my life?
If you're reading this, I apologise for being such a miserable old fart, it's just that I'm feeling down tonight and can't sleep. Getting what's on my mind out onto the page makes me feel better.
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