My problem, as it were, is alcoholism. I found heroin boring, meth was occasionally fun but after playing around with an IV user for awhile it quickly lost it's charm when I watched a sweet, intelligent girl turn into a paranoid and crazy mess whenever she used. There was no slide for me into alcoholism, I woke up around midnight the day after my 21st birthday, in the depths of my first real encounter with alcohol induced delirium and just decided I didn't have anything left to live for so why not drink myself to death? Finished off the rum around 3am and when I started hallucinating again a few hours later went straight to grabbing the Listerine. 6am rolled around and I stalked down to the store and grabbed a bottle of beer. I got into a fight on the way back and managed to catch a blade in my ribs before I was able to get my knife free and end the situation, I walked home, chugged half the beer, washed the blood off my face and hands and poured isopropanol on the wound, sewed myself up and kept drinking until I blacked out. That... was pretty typical for a long time. In retrospect that seems really, really insane, I'm not exactly the rough type but I did a lot of crazy stuff when I was drinking heavily. Still not sure how I got shot, but I had to glue up a bullet hole in my left shoulder one morning after a blackout. I was blackout drunk again within two hours. Frankly I'm just glad I'm still alive at this point.
I had done alright for a couple of weeks, but I ended up in a stressful position and slipped right back in. This time I turned into an asshole with someone I cared deeply about and started attending AA meetings in the morning after we had a long talk while I was DTing. I felt like a bit of an ass sitting in the back and not talking, mostly because I was so much younger than the other folks there but my condition was entirely out of control and it helped for awhile and I really like the folks there, I managed a couple of weeks free from alcohol, and was working again. I actually stumbled across this site looking for a dosing schedule to taper off phenibut, and honestly after looking at dozens of forums for recovery this seems like a nice place with lovely people so I signed up.
That's pretty much it. My entire adult life has been spent messed up and I have no real clue who I am anymore. Sober I seem to be witty and kind with folks, drunk I get short with people and I'm more likely to pull a blade than argue. It'd be bloody nice to actually figure out who I am, but I'm not able to do that drunk. You've got a lovely bunch of folks here though, maybe putting myself in this community will help.
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