I lost out on over 200.00. And I looked a fool.
I decided to go out and have some more drinks. But the beer tasted horrible, I felt sick of myself and it wasn't fun. It's never fun anymore. Ever.
So I came home.
And woke up at 4:00 am and haven't slept since. Guilt, shame, disgust with myself. I was supposed to take my girls for pedicures today. And now, since I got drunk yesterday, I can't.
Another broken promise.
I have to fix this. I HAVE to. I no longer have options except to continue how I am now. And where I am now truly has me questioning my sanity. The only time, the ONLY time I feel okay is when I'm not drinking. But after a few days, I decide to go out again.
I had a long conversation with a guy I used to date. We've been talking a lot more lately, just as friends. He asked if he could tell me something without meaning to be offensive. He said he likes me better sober. I make more sense, I'm calmer, I can actually have real conversations.
My sister said the same thing a few months ago.
People like me better sober.
Why can't I like myself?
I'm a very angry person. Very few people realize that. I put on a good show. But I am an angry person. And drinking compounds that.
My 17 year old daughter got back from the Dominican Republic this past Tuesday. We went shopping on Wednesday. As I listen to her stories, see her go about her life, I felt the most overwhelmingly deep ache inside. It took all I had not to cry.
Her life, it's so . . . normal. So completely and totally normal.
And I wanted to cry because I never had that.
And yet, here I am, an adult, with the option of creating a life that is stable, constant, and normal and I sabotage it.
Normal people don't check their eyes to see if they are yellow.
Normal people don't drink until all their money is gone.
Normal people don't break promise after promise.
Normal people don't worry that stomach pains are the result of too much alcohol.
Normal people don't have to struggle to quit drinking.
I'm so scared right now. Scared I can't ever quit. Scared that this is going to kill me. Scared of DUI's. Scared of losing the respect of my daughters.
And these are all things I can fix.
So why the hell don't I?
My finances are a mess. My house is a mess. I am a mess.
And the common denominator, besides me, is drinking.
Something I can fix.
I wish I had someone here right now, someone who understood who could just wrap their arms around me and let me know it can be done.
I know it can be done. I've seen others do it. A girlfriend with 5 years of sobriety who got tired of being sick.
An ex who is still a great friend with 6 years sobriety who got tired of being sick.
An acquaintance who woke up one day and realized she wanted more, wanted to be more, so she quit drinking.
They are all doing it. So I know it can be done. It's done every day. I read on here of others who are doing it.
And maybe, just maybe, it's time for me to stop hating myself so much and do it too.
Maybe instead of a drink, I need a journal. Or a punching bag. Or running shoes.
This is long. I'm sorry. I am just incredibly sad and scared right now.
Thank you for "listening" if you made it this far.
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