Progress thread for ne
This is a great post Ne, thanks for it. It's interesting and informative to read an account like this that illustrates indifference. And, I would say that more than a couple someones are getting well the way you did, with bac, MWO support, etc. That's why I'm thankful for those who came before me and still stick around here to help, trolls be damned.
Ne/Neva Eva;1618263 wrote: Sam,
That's really what matters. It's almost all that matters. I woke up this morning with my party hat on, logged on here and was suddenly transmogrified into Debbie Downer.
Just keep on, sister. The reason I am posting again has (in part) to do with an email I sent to a friend about why I won't and can't participate here. Signing off, I wrote down what I experienced that night:
It had already started snowing, and even a light dusting of white stuff will shut down my town. My husband is essential personnel so he was staying overnight at work. It was just me and the dog and the snow, with absolutely nothing to do and no expectations for the following day. It wasn't long before I realized that my quiet, productive girl-night was just boring and lonely. Around 5 pm, I decided to finish the bottle of really good wine we'd opened for dinner the night before. (It was a special dinner and a special bottle. We each had a glass with dinner. Usually when that happens we'll keep the bottle around for a couple of weeks because we forget to use it to cook with, before finally throwing it out.) Anyway. Poured a glass, sipped it, read a boring book, read the internet, turned the tv on and then off, cleaned the bathroom floor, made some leftovers, ate some cheese...Forgot about the wine. Finally finished the wine with the cheese, poured another glass, had no interest in drinking it and went to bed. Sober.
That's not will power. That's not abstinence at all costs. That's indifference. It's a function of baclofen. The first time I went for treatment of my addiction to alcohol was in 1994. Countless meetings, a couple of rehabs, yadda, yadda. With baclofen, I'm 10 days shy of three years without being addicted to alcohol.
This medication needs to be available to people. Ya' know? Even if I don't like having to put myself out here and need to whine on about how frustrating it is every now and then. Maybe someone will get well the way I did.
That's really what matters. It's almost all that matters. I woke up this morning with my party hat on, logged on here and was suddenly transmogrified into Debbie Downer.
Just keep on, sister. The reason I am posting again has (in part) to do with an email I sent to a friend about why I won't and can't participate here. Signing off, I wrote down what I experienced that night:
It had already started snowing, and even a light dusting of white stuff will shut down my town. My husband is essential personnel so he was staying overnight at work. It was just me and the dog and the snow, with absolutely nothing to do and no expectations for the following day. It wasn't long before I realized that my quiet, productive girl-night was just boring and lonely. Around 5 pm, I decided to finish the bottle of really good wine we'd opened for dinner the night before. (It was a special dinner and a special bottle. We each had a glass with dinner. Usually when that happens we'll keep the bottle around for a couple of weeks because we forget to use it to cook with, before finally throwing it out.) Anyway. Poured a glass, sipped it, read a boring book, read the internet, turned the tv on and then off, cleaned the bathroom floor, made some leftovers, ate some cheese...Forgot about the wine. Finally finished the wine with the cheese, poured another glass, had no interest in drinking it and went to bed. Sober.
That's not will power. That's not abstinence at all costs. That's indifference. It's a function of baclofen. The first time I went for treatment of my addiction to alcohol was in 1994. Countless meetings, a couple of rehabs, yadda, yadda. With baclofen, I'm 10 days shy of three years without being addicted to alcohol.
This medication needs to be available to people. Ya' know? Even if I don't like having to put myself out here and need to whine on about how frustrating it is every now and then. Maybe someone will get well the way I did.
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