My problematic relationship with alcohol (POSSIBLE TRIGGERS!)
crisispoint
Registrant
Mark posted an interesting item in regards to alcoholism. it brings back some things I think about a lot. It's been on my mind for a couple of days now, but I think I want to talk about it.
It's always been a lot easier to bury my emotions, either with overeating, compusive spending, etc., and I'm still paying for it (putting one's life together can be a bitch ), but since this whole thing with my abuse started, I picked up a new wrinkle. I like binge-drinking. A lot.
I'm not what one consides a "classic" alcoholic. I can take drinking or leave it. I do like the occasional hard cider or Guinness, but usually that's it. But when under stress, I drink to hide from the pain and it takes a LOT of booze to drown that. Another way I know that a craving is coming on is that I crave strong spirits, such as rum straight, whiskey, or schnapps, to get the ball rolling right quickly. When I want to get hammered, I don't screw around.
I really don't know why I do this. My Dad's a recovering alcoholic, and that added to the fun of dealing with him growing up. My uncles on his side were all active alcoholics. I've seen firsthand how alcohol can screw up a life. But I can't help it. Like when the spending bug hits, I've got to drink until I'm delusional or unconscious.
Worse still, it doesn't even do the job I want it to do. Instead, it drags up all my abuse issues, both sexual and emotional, and I live through months and years of pain in minutes. And when i start binge-drinking, boy it's like a form of suicide. I just want to drink until I die. Something has always stopped me, but recently I came close to death because I slammed more than a quarter of a bottle of rum down my pie-hole in 10 minutes.
Fortunately, i've been able to stop myself in recent days, but it hasn't been easy. I get so tired of this frigging life that I want it over. And I don't care about Heaven or Hell, I just want it gone. And that's what keeps me from doing it now. That the first drink will lead to me not being able to stop. There's something very comforting about being on the bottom in a haze.
I get so scared of it. Even now, I do feel the pull of that bottle. Sometimes, I don't know how I resist it, but I do. I don't want to end up that way. It would be such a pathetic end.
But I keep making that promise. Not today. I won't do that today. I won't drink today. I'll drink when I want to, when I have control. Not when I need to.
I guess I just needed to rant. Thanks.
Peace and love,
Scot
It's always been a lot easier to bury my emotions, either with overeating, compusive spending, etc., and I'm still paying for it (putting one's life together can be a bitch ), but since this whole thing with my abuse started, I picked up a new wrinkle. I like binge-drinking. A lot.
I'm not what one consides a "classic" alcoholic. I can take drinking or leave it. I do like the occasional hard cider or Guinness, but usually that's it. But when under stress, I drink to hide from the pain and it takes a LOT of booze to drown that. Another way I know that a craving is coming on is that I crave strong spirits, such as rum straight, whiskey, or schnapps, to get the ball rolling right quickly. When I want to get hammered, I don't screw around.
I really don't know why I do this. My Dad's a recovering alcoholic, and that added to the fun of dealing with him growing up. My uncles on his side were all active alcoholics. I've seen firsthand how alcohol can screw up a life. But I can't help it. Like when the spending bug hits, I've got to drink until I'm delusional or unconscious.
Worse still, it doesn't even do the job I want it to do. Instead, it drags up all my abuse issues, both sexual and emotional, and I live through months and years of pain in minutes. And when i start binge-drinking, boy it's like a form of suicide. I just want to drink until I die. Something has always stopped me, but recently I came close to death because I slammed more than a quarter of a bottle of rum down my pie-hole in 10 minutes.
Fortunately, i've been able to stop myself in recent days, but it hasn't been easy. I get so tired of this frigging life that I want it over. And I don't care about Heaven or Hell, I just want it gone. And that's what keeps me from doing it now. That the first drink will lead to me not being able to stop. There's something very comforting about being on the bottom in a haze.
I get so scared of it. Even now, I do feel the pull of that bottle. Sometimes, I don't know how I resist it, but I do. I don't want to end up that way. It would be such a pathetic end.
But I keep making that promise. Not today. I won't do that today. I won't drink today. I'll drink when I want to, when I have control. Not when I need to.
I guess I just needed to rant. Thanks.
Peace and love,
Scot