My drinking has gotten so out of hand. Wine, wine, whine. During the day, I don't ever think I will drink again. Then in the evening when my hubby comes home, it is our old friend. The friend that makes us chatty and giggly and "happy". Socializing has always been difficult for me. Introversion, shyness, insecurities - but all that goes away after a couple of drinks and I feel ..... free, open, powerful.
I don't drink anything but wine really. I will sometimes nurse a beer for an hour, the whole time wishing I had some wine. I buy it in the 5 bottle box and drink it out of a large plastic go-cup so no one ever knows how much I drink. I top my cup off rather than emptying it and refilling so no one, including myself, can count how many I've had. Everyone in my family and my husband's family drink. All of our friends drink. We don't go to bars because our house is comfortable and there's always something to drink here. People come here to drink.
We have two young children who I'm sure are growing up with the idea that every occasion calls for alcohol and everything is an occasion. That's how we grew up.
Yesterday I was so "up" because I decided that I was going to "take a break" from drinking and not because I had a monster hangover because I didn't. I felt happy and looked forward to the future with less alcohol or maybe someday without any. I knew I could just do it. But then my husband brought a friend over and they drank and drank and I thought, "I'll just have one drink" and then I'll stop. I didn't stop until I landed in my bed fully dressed where I found myself this morning. I've always kept up appearances with my drinking...house clean, kids taken care of, meals made, showered, change my clothes, etc. But now I have made it to bed three times this week with no idea how I did it. I find remnants of food I made and ate with absolutely no memory of making or eating it. I have a swollen spot on my knee and a (thank goodness invisible) bruise on my cheek bone where I fell in my bathroom Tuesday night.
I'm not used to doing so much in blackout drive. And the thing is I must be behaving "normally" in blackout because no one seems to think anything strange about me in the morning. Everyone seems quite happy with me. But I'm frightened. What's happening to me? Have I moved on to some new level of alcohol hell? Can my liver no longer handle my intake?
Now this sounds a little like I want someone to say that my liver is fine so I can go on drinking, but I'm really trying to find out what is physically going on in my body. The drinking on the other hand....I wish I were the kind of person who could moderate. The kind of person who could get through social situations without alcohol. The kind of person who could stop with just one drink. But I don't think I'm that person. And I don't know what to do. If I go AF, I know I'll fail again and then give up again. If I don't go AF, I don't think I'll be able to go on much longer like this. My "secret" is starting to show. I am terrified about what this is doing to my body (brain, liver). I am terrified what this is doing to my children. I need help but I'm afraid of failing the people who are trying to help me so I can't ask. Am I physically addicted to alcohol? Or is it an emotional attachment?
I'm sorry this is so so long. I'm exhausted, sad, and frightened and I need someone to talk to. I think I'm ready to ask for help.
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