Liath,
You asked the question that I have asked myself over and over again many times. More than most here. I am the relapse queen. I have been on MWO for years and just now, just now, getting sober.
However, and I cannot stress this enough, I refused to quit trying. Absolutely refused. I knew if I quit trying to quit, it was all over. I would be dead within a year or two. It is that simple.
I have done two rehabs, I have done detox in a hospital. I have tried Antabuse, Topa, hypnotherapy, white knuckling it, you name it, I have tried it.
I am doing so well on Baclofen right now it almost scares me. But, I am not suggesting you try Baclofen, so please do not get me wrong.
Somehow, some way, my last drunk was "it." It was not spectacular, I didn't do anything particularly stupid, I just got drunk, passed out and woke up. But, when I woke up, it was with the feeling that I just couldn't keep on doing this. I could not continue. I had to quit.
I got on the Baclofen. I white knuckled it. I titrated up on the Baclofen until those incredible urges started going away. I was amazed, I still am.
I go to AA. I know that just dealing with the physiological aspect is not going to help me completely. I must learn to live my life sober. I must learn to be a sober person. There are so many little every day things I have not ever done sober. Just living sober is a challenge for me.
But, I am doing it today.
I wish I could give to you that moment, I would give it to everyone.
But, you will get there if you keep trying.
Trust me, I am one of the worst, hard core, every day, 24/7 drinkers you have ever met. I have poured myself out of bed in the mornings shaking and sweating, and sloshed back a few just to be able to get dressed and go to work. I have left work trembling and shaking praying I make it back in time to get enough in me to stop all the withdrawals.
I have been kicked off of airplanes, I have wrecked cars (Thank God I have not hurt anyone!!), I have disappointed grandchildren, I have scared my husband to death, I have scared my grown children, I have hurt my parents and brothers. I have been about as bad as it can get.
Today, I am sober. I have weeks behind me, now, and I absolutely refuse to consider ever picking up a drink again. Some days, even on the Baclofen, my brain wanders to "it would be nice.." and then I just laugh because it has not been nice for years. Not for years. It has been horrible. It has been disgusting. I have looked into the face of evil and am determined never to look into that face again.
Do what you have to do to get through this horrible physical pain you are in. Get back up, stay sober, work hard at it. Do whatever it takes.
One day the miracle will happen. You must have faith.
Much love,
Cindi
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