I grew up drinking. Pictures of me as a baby my dad giving me a sip of beer. Drinking what was left in the bottles of beer on the counter as the adults in the other room holler to us kids. "Grab me another beer". Being Irish, Scottish Irish, German and French I suppose I never really had a chance.
My whole family on both side have addiction and mental illness going back as far as we go. My Grandfather died and alcoholic living the last 18 yrs of his life on the streets of Seattle. Every family event revolves fully around alcohol and thats just how we do it and all I ever really new.
I started drinking daily when I was 20 or so (I am 44 now). I have been drinking a 12pk to a case a day every day since. (20yr x 365dys a yr=7300days x 12 beers a day =87600 beer and thats probably a low number). I did stop once and on the second day went to the ER shaking uncontrollably. I got out that night and went straight back to it.
I lost my girl about 5 yrs ago and a still miss her everyday since then held a close friend as he died about a year after that. So these last 5 yrs I burn through beer like I don't care if I wake up tomorrow. Trying to find that sweet spot of perfect numbness with nothing but a smile on my face and happy thoughts. I live alone and drink alone most nights. I get visitors now and again but for the most part it's just me and my dog "Girl".
Most nights I don't find that sweet spot. I cry alot or the thoughts of what a pitiful fu*k I have become rule the day. It's been getting dark in here for along time to almost black now. Not really caring if I wake up and hope someone finds me before my dog starves to death. Yeah I no how it sounds and it is how I feel all the time. I am scared to death I am drinking myself to death but on the other hand scared that not having that drink is gonna leave me alone with my thoughts and feelings.
The last few years I have been having alot of dizziness and a dull kind of feeling in my brain. I am getting an MRI next week to "find the problem" but I think I have a pretty good idea what it is. I lay around just waiting for my brain stem to just shut off a vital organ or just tell me to stop breathing. I am so sad and so alone with no clue of how to get out of this hole I have dug. It has become so deep now the exit is not even the pin point of light it use to be. It's just getting darker.
A blessing I suppose that I woke at 2am with no beer in the fridge. A google search "how to stop drinking" lead me to this site and I have been on here since almost afraid to leave. I no when I get off here I am going to the store for beer. Today at least I am doing it with the plan of 1 beer an hour. I'm sure I will fail today but it is a seed at the moment and might take a bit for it to get well rooted. The plan is a long taper off 18 today 17 tomorrow and so on. I may even cut a beer out every other day instead of daily.I'm sure I can't do the quicker taper off program (1 week). I went for the longer term taper because I live alone and don't get alot of visitors. If I have a seizure there is no one here to call 911. So I figure this is the safer plan.
I no I should do a rehab of whatever but I would ever make it through that and for sure no way to pay for it. I may try AA but have a sour taste for it having if forced on me by the courts many years ago, but I am a little more open to the thought now. I really don't no were I am heading but when I woke up this morning I didn't even have a road. I look forward to the day I look back at this and read what I have written this morning. I look forward to were I am going to be at that time and were I will be when I read the words I write that day further in the future.
Day 1: 18 beers - 1 per hour.
cheers
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