This is my story. I grew up in a small town that was dry, and never knew anyone who drank. It wasn’t until I was about 20 and moved to the big city that I was faced with booze. Actually not booze … because I couldn’t stand the smell of liquor … but beer. I got married and my husband was a drinker and I was just SO DISGUSTED! How could he drink beer after beer after beer? Was he really that thirsty? I used to ask him … “If it was Pepsi, would you drink 12 of them?”
Oh, how smug I was. It embarrasses me now to think of those days. We eventually divorced, I met someone else and then it started. I had a beer. Hmm … not bad. And so I had another. And another. And then I was buying it and keeping it in my own fridge; the very thing I swore I would never do.
Fast forward to a few years ago where (overnight, it seemed) I was drinking every day. I had no power over my own self. And I just don’t know how it happened.
I denied for years that I had a problem, while the whole time it was growing and growing until finally it was bigger than I was.
So in late March of this year, I decided I had had enough. I found this website and read everything I could. Friday, March 24, my husband and I went to dinner and I tried to talk to him. I told him that I was worried about how much I drank, and was going to try and cut down. He was confused but told me to do whatever I needed to do. Whew! What a relief. The next day I had a bad accident.
EDITED TO REMOVE DETAILS OF THE ACCIDENT ... LET'S JUST SAY IT WASN'T A GOOD TIME.
After getting home from the hospital, I suddenly realized … holy smoke, it’s been like 3 days since I had anything to drink! Fortunately we have laptops and wireless internet, so I was able to get on the site … posted my story (thru a pain-pill fog) and then started a month of self-imposed sobriety. All was good.
Well, I hate smugness. There’s nothing more annoying than someone who thinks they know all the answers just because they’ve had a few days of success with something. It’s not until you’ve had a few YEARS of success that you can comfortably resume the confidence (cockiness?) of a reformed addict. A month of being sober does NOT make you an expert on the subject.
I got well, and I got back in the car, and I went to the store. And yep, I resumed my former life and THEN some. Now it has been three months and I am as bad (maybe worse?) as I was before. And I am so tired of it. I’m tired of hiding. I’m tired of pretending. I’m tired of smelling like beer. I’m tired of spending the money on beer. I’m even tired of not even being able to get a good buzz, because it takes more and more and MORE to get it!
So I’m back. Humbled, broken, wanting to change but afraid of breaking the habit because it’s MY habit and truthfully, I’m just as addicted to the routine as I am the beer.
I know I need help and this time, I’m going to get it. I can’t do it myself, and so I’m going to the doctor next week and will try to drum up enough courage to ask for the Topa. If I can’t get it, I’ll just go to Plan B. Problem is, I just don’t know what Plan B is right now.
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