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    A long story...

    Hi everybody, I am glad to have found a forum that looks so supportive. I'd like to share my story, and hear your thoughts (and feel supported, if you can...)

    I am a young teacher and insomniac, living and working far from home, so for a while my only support was my long-time live-in girlfriend. Unfortunately, during a stressful time at work, she started drawing away, and (being previously an occasional drinker with little support nearby) I started drinking as a way to while away the long hours that she was at work, and as a way to make sure I at least got some poor sleep.

    Being sober, I would not have been surprised to find out she was having an affair with a co-worker, but being drunk when I found out devastated me. That's when I really started drinking... and I didn't even know how terrible it really was. In my sober mornings, she and I would work it out... in my shit-faced evenings, I would rant and rave and call her the cruelest of things. I will never forget getting up in the morning and being confused at her hurt face, because for the better part of two years, I will never remember going to bed (well, couch). I know we are only together now because she was willing to ignore anything I said, although I know it was hurtful and abusive.

    I got to the point where I quit measuring out shots of vodka, and just counting glasses. By the end of one, the party had started. Halfway through two, eh, not there yet. I occasionally woke up to find an unfinished glass of three (oftentimes, this was not waking up on the couch). After complaints from adjacent apartments about the shouting, I figured I should try to give up.

    I resolved to clean up when I went back east for a month of the summer. I had the drive there to get myself down from 2 glasses to half a glass, and then I'd call it quits. But then, it seemed so reasonable when I got there to hold out until I headed home (come on, summer vacation!) We all know the story from here.

    While She supported me (even wanting to take responsibility, which I refuse to accept), my dislike for what I do started to really grow. I'd sit at my desk, many mornings, and give the kids an assignment that didn't require me... because I couldn't. I'd play the insomnia card; "I'm feeling kinda sick" if it was really bad. I'd avoid going to the office in the morning, and stop by at lunch when I didn't look like a mess. Resolved to quit several times; motion defeated each.

    Until about two weeks ago. School's out, time to get cleaned up, so I dropped it completely... and it was the most excruciating agony of my life. I was terrified of what would happen if I continued... either drinking or quitting that day. I drank half of what I normally would, to kill the pain and regroup, though I spilled half of it from the shakes.

    So for a few days, I've been cutting back gradually, and yesterday would have been the day for one shot. I was feeling great... the skies have never been sunnier, I had never felt healthier... so I decided to skip the one. But my body wasn't done.

    Last night was terrifying; withdrawal hallucinations. I couldn't sleep, though drowsy, when I'm suddenly shocked by sirens and a loudspeaker announcing an immigration raid. I (physically) go to the window and look out, and cannot see where it's coming from, but next thing I know, the loudspeaker starts booming out my name. Booming out bad things about me... then reading my mind, shouting out to everyone in town every last private and embarrassing detail of my life, and broadcasting a twisted version of my thoughts. People (that I couldn't clearly see) started shouting at me, and I was scared they were going to come and kill me in a great mob. I decided it couldn't be true, and laid down to try to ignore it.

    Laying there was worse. Still the same humiliation blasting in to my ears, and I can feel the deranged way that my mind was spinning. There were also booming voices inside my head, but I resisted them all, fought them all, until it all died down and went away. I drifted to sleep (to bad dreams), and awoke a short time later, paranoid for my life, but there didn't appear to be any activity outside, so I got a drink and slept a bit longer.

    Unable to sleep any more, I'm up now. The sun is coming up, and I'm secretly relieved that I still haven't had anyone pounding on my door in anger, although I know it couldn't have been true. I'm a little dehydrated, but I know how to fix that... but mostly, I feel better. My head seems clear, and while my body aches of tiredness and a bit of the booze "blah", I think I may have made it. I haven't the slightest inclination to drink; the very sight of the bottle elicits nothing but disdain.

    Have I paid the price of skipping that one last shot? Should I expect more evil visitations? I cannot go to the doctor for this (I haven't the money, and can't afford to lose my insurance or my career). I feel like I've gone through so much, it doesn't matter now. I must be smart, and I must be strong. I'll fight whatever it throws at me, and I will win.

    Thank you for listening.

    #2
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    hi caution,i like your last line,been there and back several times,alchoholism is like falling into a hole and not being able to get out,your method of stopping was a good one,but eventually you do go thro some or lots of withdrawl,there are many kinds of withdrawl,even after quitting for years,that feeling of i can ,remains,some lern to moderate,and some just keep falling into a hole,you have lots going for you.you realise you have a problem,youve found a great site,utilise it,many probably havent said anything,because weve been where you are,it does get better,like living with any other illnes,good luck to ya,gyco

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      #3
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      Hi Caution,

      Nice to meet you . I am here to support you in any way I can. There are tons of others that are here to help you in any way they can too!

      Keep posting and let us get to know you more. You will love being here (not having the problem, but you will love the support you will get for it) so... let us help.

      Overit
      I LOVE MY SEROTONIN AND BOOZE SCREWS IT UP!!!!!

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        #4
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        :welcome: CAWD. Like Sheri, I feel very fortunate that my withdrawl process was not as severe as what you describe. If I experienced what you described, I might say F it and head straight to the doctor. I also understand your reasons for not wanting to do that.

        Is your GF still living with you or nearby? Is it possible she could keep an eye on you for the first week or so and call for medical help if needed? That's what I had my husband do "just in case." We reviewed the symptoms of withdrawl together so he knew what to watch for.

        Anyway....the rest of your story I can certainly relate to. Getting alcohol out of my life is the best thing I've done in a long long time and I hope it works out that way for you too.

        DG
        Sobriety Date = 5/22/08
        Nicotine Free Date = 2/27/07


        One day at a time.

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          #5
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          oops forgot,to say,many doctors no nothing of alchoholism,not saying its not a good idea to see one,it is one of the hardest illnesses to work with,but kinda bad taboo,again good luck gykes

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            #6
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            Good luck to you. You have come to a good place here. John
            Outside of a dog a book is mans best friend. Inside of a dog its too dark to read

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              #7
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              welcome caution...that must have been scary as hell......think you see a doctor ,friend
              I love my family more than alcohol.:h
              Live in the Solution....not the problem

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                #8
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                Hello CAWF - that was quite an evening you had! There are several threads on the site that provide advice about withdrawal, and how to cope. So have a look through.

                Keep yourself hydrated, a cup of hot water with lemon juice first thing in the morning is good for your liver, and have a glass of water with a slice of lemon in it at all times. Loads of fruit and 3 healthy meals a day (do not skip, eat something!). Have some treats in the house like chocolates, ice cream, what ever your pleasure. The supplements are very important as the alcohol has depleted your body of so much, and they will help temper your moods.

                This is a great forum, we are here to support, just keep posting and reading and asking. Welcome!
                While we may not be able to control all that happens to us, we can control what happens inside us.
                Benjamin Franklin

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                  #9
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                  Hiya Cawf
                  Just to say welcome and unfortunately I know nothing about withdrawals, was lucky that the worst I got was shakes, I reckon you could do with some medical help, surely if you pay for a doctor you can see them anonymously? Anyway, heaps of fluids and stay on here,its a good place
                  Molly
                  Contentedly sober since 27/12/2011
                  contentedly NF since 8/04/14

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                    #10
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                    Update: Thanks everyone for the well-wishes!

                    Next day went well; deceptively so. Not much in the way of pain, shaking wasn't bad (I've been kinda shaky my whole life, so I would have to say the withdrawal shakes were only minor). That night was like dive-bombing, though... started with a numb, tingly head, went to bed, and again dealt with a long night of sleeplessness and muddled, confusing visions. My mind was in a state of confusion the next morning (thank goodness I have someone here with me), but cleared as the day went on, and I got to feeling better than ever.

                    Dehydration definitely contributed, so I got myself to carrying a water bottle and having a few sips as frequently as possible (in my experience in the outdoors, I definitely advise anyone in the same situation to not "chug" a glass, wait an hour, repeat. Doesn't help much.)

                    As that day went on, I cleared up again. I exercised a bit, as I've not exercised NEARLY as I should, and spent a lot of time thinking about other things I can do to make my life a lot more healthy. Around sunset, I went for a nice hour-long walk, and when I got home--for what feels like the first time since I was a teenager--I started feeling tired. I got ready for bed, took a (slightly larger) drink of water, and promptly slept for 8 hours. I haven't done that (without alcohol or illness) since 2005.

                    Thus far today, I'm still feeling great--up and around, cleaning, walked to the grocery store for some necessities (and felt completely blank when I looked at the alcohol section).

                    Things I've noticed:
                    -Heavy foods give me an upset stomach for about 15-20 minutes. Will avoid for a while.
                    -Keeping hydrated does a LOT to make you feel better.
                    -After stretching and working out, I feel like my lung capacity has doubled. I have to wonder how much of my depressed moods were simply low oxygen...

                    Keep holding strong everyone!

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                      #11
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                      CAWD - so glad to read your last post. You are obviously in a much better state. Keep doing what you are doing and you will be amazed by the rewards! One note, I have found that the supplements have helped me a great deal in terms of energy and mood temperament. Anyway well done!

                      p.s. - isn't falling asleep because your exhausted, and sleeping a full eight hours, rather than waking up at 4 am once the alcohol has worn off FAB?!!!
                      While we may not be able to control all that happens to us, we can control what happens inside us.
                      Benjamin Franklin

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                        #12
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                        I love your optimism and also the positive things you are noticing. The endorphins that go with exercise just ROCK in my opinion. You won't go wrong by making some good old fashioned exercise part of your new daily routine.

                        Keep on going. Life WILL get better. Not perfect probably, but WAY better sober than drunk.

                        DG
                        Sobriety Date = 5/22/08
                        Nicotine Free Date = 2/27/07


                        One day at a time.

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