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Hi there, I've already got a thread here, detailing last week's foolproof tapering plan which led to a rebound, a seizure, and a course of sedatives.
I'm now on day 2, with no significant withdrawals, thanks to the Librium. I was very lucky to get it, as I'd been told before my another doctor that there was almost no chance it would be prescribed to somebody with my history of relapses followed by medical attention but God was smiling on me that day.
I'm fine today, little sleepy, but content. I have an image of my sober self which has been implanted in my head for months. This may sound slightly unrealistic and even a bit arrogant but I see success, smart clothes, the respect from my peers I once had, and the ability to make things right. and maybe a first-class honours degree in Politics and Business, still well within my grasp and almost essential for the future I plan to embark on.
The sacrifices I am making pale in comparison to the rewards I could receive.
I don't know if anybody else had this 'syndrome' here, but for a while, when I was quite heavily on the pish, I was put off by recovered alcoholics telling me how great their lives were. As I don't socialise with many people in this situation, I was a little freaked out, thinking about 'drinking the kool-aid' and being 'brainwashed' by groups like AA, but now I know exactly where they're coming from: Life can be great anyway, but when you're losing so much of it to a proper drinking habit then the good times pass you by.
Sorry to rant, it'd be a bonus if anyone found this interesting but a part of it's written just for myself, as a reminder, almost a log. In my phone I have a list of people I admire: Some are family, some are friends, some are just characters from films and television...may sound strange but as Machiavelli said, the great become great through the deeds of those before them.
Anyway, thanks.
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Hi there, I've already got a thread here, detailing last week's foolproof tapering plan which led to a rebound, a seizure, and a course of sedatives.
I'm now on day 2, with no significant withdrawals, thanks to the Librium. I was very lucky to get it, as I'd been told before my another doctor that there was almost no chance it would be prescribed to somebody with my history of relapses followed by medical attention but God was smiling on me that day.
I'm fine today, little sleepy, but content. I have an image of my sober self which has been implanted in my head for months. This may sound slightly unrealistic and even a bit arrogant but I see success, smart clothes, the respect from my peers I once had, and the ability to make things right. and maybe a first-class honours degree in Politics and Business, still well within my grasp and almost essential for the future I plan to embark on.
The sacrifices I am making pale in comparison to the rewards I could receive.
I don't know if anybody else had this 'syndrome' here, but for a while, when I was quite heavily on the pish, I was put off by recovered alcoholics telling me how great their lives were. As I don't socialise with many people in this situation, I was a little freaked out, thinking about 'drinking the kool-aid' and being 'brainwashed' by groups like AA, but now I know exactly where they're coming from: Life can be great anyway, but when you're losing so much of it to a proper drinking habit then the good times pass you by.
Sorry to rant, it'd be a bonus if anyone found this interesting but a part of it's written just for myself, as a reminder, almost a log. In my phone I have a list of people I admire: Some are family, some are friends, some are just characters from films and television...may sound strange but as Machiavelli said, the great become great through the deeds of those before them.
Anyway, thanks.
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