My general background:
Had a normal-ish childhood. My parents divorced when I was 17 and my mom has some issues, but nothing really horrifying. I was raised to believe that alcohol was bad - my parents rarely drank. I could probably count on both hands the number of times they consumed any alcohol in my presence. There were liquor bottles in the house growing up, but they were dusty and old and rarely touched. My mom's father was an alcoholic and that scarred her and was obviously what made her so afraid of alcohol and what made her preach against it's misuse.
I did not touch a single drop of alcohol until after I had graduated from high school. And even then I didn't take to it right away. But slowly I have progressed from someone who didn't even enjoy alcohol very much, to someone who can't seem to live without it.
Now I am nearing 34 years old and I realize that it is probably going to kill me at some point if I can't get off this track. I currently drink at least a bottle of wine a night, often more. I prefer to drink alone so that I can comfortably pass out by myself and not have to worry about what anyone else is thinking about my habits. My husband travels quite a bit and this makes it pretty easy for me. When he is home I don't consume as much alcohol but I make up for it by taking an over the counter sleep aid (like Tylenol PM minus the Tylenol) so that I can pass out on less wine.
That said, I consider myself very highly functioning and very clever at hiding my problem. I have flat out asked my husband if he thinks I have a drinking problem and he always says no. Ha! My drinking buddies and I joke about how much I can put away, but my more normal friends know nothing of my habits. I have a fairly good marriage, two small kids, and a completely normal looking life.
Back in July I hit something of a breaking point. I realized my drinking and depression were out of control and I knew I had to make a change. I had a long night of crying (and drinking) and then visited my first (and only) AA meeting the next morning. I felt humiliated to admit that things had gotten to that point.
I went AF for maybe 4 days? Then I wanted to try moderation. I just wasn't ready to give up drinking for good. For the last 2.5 months I've been drinking somewhat less than what I had been at my lowest point, but I've added in a lot more sleeping pills or Nyquil so I'm definitely not close to being healed.
My first attempt at going AF was filled with a lot of mental drama and angst. This time I feel much more apathetic about it, but I think that might be a good thing. I'm not kicking and screaming against it this time. I'm just over my own BS and ready to move on to something different.
I've read a lot in the last few days about how being sober doesn't open up a new world of sunshine and rainbows and puppy dogs. Call me an idiot, but it's taken me a really long time to realize that a sober life will still have the same stress, boredom, sleeplessness and depression and in a lot of ways it will kind of suck. At least at first.
But what I do look forward to is:
* not feeling guilty all the time
* not having to hide things from my family
* not worrying what I might have said on the phone or what I might have emailed while drinking
* no longer making plans while drinking and then completely forgetting about them and making people think I'm a flake
* not risking the lives of innocent people by driving under the influence
* not being CONSTANTLY anxious that someone is going to discover my secret problem
* not feeling like physical crap in the morning
* possible weight loss
* not having to risk the potential "outing" and humiliation that I would experience if I developed an alcohol related disease
Well, that's enough for now.
Tonight is DAY 1. I know I can do this. I promise to hold myself accountable and check in here throughout the coming days.
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