The snow is coming down hard and the wind is howling around my little house, but I am safe, toasty, (not toasted) and sober. I am almost 3 months AF, but this wasn’t always the case. My days would usually start with a little eye opener (or 2 or 3) before I even had my coffee. I would go to work with a pleasant buzz, (yes I drove that way) but all too soon, the euphoric bubble would burst, leaving me feeling toxic and exhausted. After I dragged myself home, the cheap box of wine in the frig would be awaiting me with open arms, and I gladly accepted the embrace. I would then flop down in my favorite chair, drinking wine mixed with vodka, watch mindless TV, pass out until midnight, then stagger up to bed. I would sleep for a few hours, when the nagging AV would creep into my brain and say “Hey, the tanks getting low here, so get your ass out of bed and refill it.” which I did, of course.
This was my life for many years until I became very ill, and the doc said “no more.” I don’t remember much about that first week of sobriety, other than lying on the couch fighting the depression, nausea and tremors. My hubby would try to comfort me, but I don’t think that he really understood what I was going through. It was a very dark period, but I survived it. I hope that I never have to relive those days ever again, and I guess that the best way to avoid it is to stay sober. The cravings are difficult to resist, but I do so, because I have been given a second chance. Some people aren’t so lucky; they can’t resist the call of the ocean below the cliff’s edge, and are lost forever. I chose (or was guided) to seek the safety of the land, and I am forever grateful.
Like many here at MWO, the struggle is ongoing, and I am glad to have found this group. (Thank You Cowboy) I am almost 3 months free of the booze and most days are good. I want to win this War and save my life.
Thanks you for listening.
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