Well, unfortunately, I’m back. I swear, I do not know what is wrong with me. I don’t have physical cravings at all. It’s all mental. And if I go about 3 days with no Al, then I don’t even have the mental cravings. I went almost 12 months with no alcohol at all. But here is what happens, once I have a drink, my inhibitions go out the window. There is no stopping. And it gets worse. Saturday night was the cherry on top of the ice cream.
Let me start by saying that I am a social retard. I am extremely shy and totally suck at small talk. When in a conversation with people I don’t know, I tend to examine all the details of my shoes. However, get a small amount of alcohol in me, and I turn into a social butterfly - you might even think I am campaigning for public office :-). I mean the difference is between night and day. And the amount of alcohol needed is very little - I’m not buzzing at all. I just feel good and enjoy talking with everyone.
We went to a new years eve party. It was a “racy” NYE type party (I won’t go into details). But it was a two night party at a hotel. It was BYOB and they supply “setups” - ice and mixers. Friday night I had a few drinks but was perfectly fine. We met some really nice folks and had a great time. I was totally in control the entire time and basically just had the “feel good” feeling.
Saturday I got up feeling great. The Saturday night party started at 7PM. We started getting ready at 5:30. I fixed myself a drink. We then went to the dinner part of the party. I was not ‘buzzing’ but I was at that social butterfly stage - introducing us to other couples…. Then at 8 the party started. I started making our drinks. That is about the last thing I remember. As I am told by my wife, she kept offering me water but I kept making drinks - very strong drinks. It appears that I did a few socially questionable things (nothing over the top) but things I’m not real proud of. Fortunately, we didn’t know a sole at the party and it was 2 hours from where we live. My wife finally escorted me to our room where I passed out. I remember none of this.
Here is the strange part - I had no intentions of getting this way. I never felt a feeling telling me “Ok, you’ve had enough - you are about to go over the top”. If I felt that, I would have stoped. I know that. But it never happens. What the heck?
So, when we got home Sunday I was so disappointed with myself, self hatred, that I crawled in bed at noon and stayed there until 6:30 this morning. I have a gun permit and noticed that my wife had removed my weapon from the console of my truck without saying anything to me about it. I have to admit it here, that the idea of ending it actually crossed my mind several times while laying in bed Sunday. This morning was a company holiday but several people at my office went to work because in my line of business, this time of year is when our customers need us the most. I spent the day in my office, door closed, reliving the entire weekend and swirling deeper into depression.
This evening when I got home my wife and I discussed the weekend in detail. She is so supportive. But I keep replaying the weekend over and over in my mind like a bad re-run. I’ve heard of hitting rock bottom and I think I have a bruise on my head from hitting the bottom!
We have removed all liquor from the house. I am having no cravings at all at the moment and I don’t think I will. But I think I am really messed up. What kind of person, has no cravings - can go months without a drink, but then when the opportunity presents itself, they go over the edge with no intentions of doing so?
Anyway, that’s my story. I felt like I needed to put it out there to share.
Thanks for plowing through all this….
Itsjustme

Big thing for me is to remember enough of the horrible so that it easily comes to mind when I think a drink seems innocent. But, also very important - stop the self hatred. I know it's hard.....but your wife is supportive and you've got us.
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