It would be fair to say that I've had a more complex life than most. My life hasn't exactly gone as I would have planned.
I've always been a bit of a drinker. I started young, around age 14. it was common where I grew up so no one (including my parents) thought it was unusual. My Dad was/is an alcoholic. There was never any major drama at home, but he just wasn't there for me. My mother was (and still is) angry all the time. If you're from an alcoholic/codependent family, you know how it is.
I got married in my early twenties to the first woman who loved me. Had kids. Divorced 15 years later. Lots of dates and relationships. More kids (out of wedlock). Now married again with another kid.
Wine has always been my drink of choice. I suppose it was about 20 years ago that I first wondered if I had a drinking problem. That was the first time I drank a whole bottle of wine in one night (*gasp*). 10 years ago I had my first two-bottle night. About a month ago, I did the unthinkable and drank 4 whole bottles in one night. I woke up with my first hangover since I was a teenager and didn't drink the next day - my first "sober" night in at least 20 years.
That night I realized I had to quit. I looked back on my life and for the first time saw clearly the progression (or is it regression?) from having a beer or two a night in my teens and 20's to just recently drinking more in one night than would kill some people. While I didn't quit right then, I did quit 6 days ago on May 1.
So today is my 6th full day sober.
I've had a lot of time to think over the last few days. There are so many thoughts and so many emotions. So many regrets and so many doubts. I can see what a jerk I have been and I don't really know how to, or even if I should approach, making amends with people that I've treated like crap.
If anything, this sudden surge of emotions, ideas and thoughts is bolstering my will to stay strong and not drink again. But it can be overwhelming at times. I find myself crying at the drop of a hat. My mind is racing with how I can begin to make up for my failures and what seems like a thoroughly wasted life.
I suppose I should be thankful that physically I don't feel a desire to drink at all. Emotionally, part of me wants to numb myself down, but the fear of feeling like a failure the next morning is preventing me from doing that.
Anyway, I'm happy to have found this group. How have you all coped with the first few weeks?
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