I'm going through withdrawal at the moment, it really sucks. I feel so ... dead. I have all these aweful images in my head of death and disease and decay. I think I've really hurt myself this time.
I've been fighting alcoholism since I was 21 years old, and I'm 32 now. I have an approximate 2-week cycle pattern where I'll sort of hit the wall, and binge. This binge lasted for 2 days. I missed 2 days of work.
I think what triggered me off this time, was actually seeking help. I know beyond any doubt that I am truthfully an alcoholic individual. I went to an intake this week past at a government-run addiction center. I think maybe I'm having a hard time genuinely coping with the brutal truth of what's actually happening to me.
My alcoholism has cost me almost everything. I no longer live with my family, I have lost many jobs over the years, I'm destitute as it is. I have been rejected, stigmatized, shunned, labelled, abused and misused in my weakness. I have treated others in ways which I would personally never do without the influence of alcohol.
This morning I called my employer and told him what had happened. I have only been with this company for about a month. I told him that I had "hit the wall" and that I was going to the hospital. I do still have a job to go to on Monday, but I'm also very ashamed of myself and don't even want to show my face.
Thanks for listening to my pain at the moment.
I am going to continue in the treatment program and try to live soberly. I want this pain gone from my life. There's so much more to me than this, and this just takes it all away. I want to live, not be a walking dead man.
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