Here´s the second installment of my journey in recovery – hope it will be useful to someone.
March 2008
Over the last few days I´ve started drinking in the morning – it´s now too painful for me to wait until the afternoon. The previous evening I´d been to a bar and I´d promised myself that I wouldn´t get drunk – just like so many times before. I ended up drinking so much beer that I felt sick. Instead of going home, I started drinking vodka. I was loud and embarrassing, and then I started to get aggressive. I began picking on a 17 year old girl who told me that she never lied. I couldn´t accept it as a fact and I became aggressive, patronizing and offensive – though I certainly didn´t see it like that at the time.
Finally I decided to go home and get away from this bunch of losers. I told someone I needed to get home because I´d drunk too much. He looked me dead in the eyes and said “You always drink too much.” I can´t remember my exact reply to this, but I know that I became very defensive and aggressive. What I do remember is that he just sat there quietly holding my gaze. He looked sad, but he didn´t retaliate. I couldn´t bear it a second longer, and I stormed out of the bar and lurched home full of resentment and anger towards both him and the girl. I was ranting and raving out loud – I was full of hatred for them and everybody else. I felt superior to all of them. I felt deeply misunderstood and full of self pity. Suddenly I had an awakening of sorts and became aware of what I was saying. As I became aware of my words and my behavior, one thing jumped right out at me – I was the one with the problem. It shocked me to the core and I cried and cried like it was the end of the world. I went home and drank some more.
When I awoke in the morning I was full of self loathing and self pity. I quickly went and got myself a big beaker of wine, and I sat and cried as I drank it. It was then that I knew I must try and stop drinking. It was definitely causing me problems, and I just couldn´t live with myself like this any longer – I was desperate and desolate and I didn´t have the courage to kill myself, so I knew my only option was to stop drinking. I appeared to be completely incapable of moderating my drinking, so I must stop entirely. It didn´t occur to me for one moment that I would be unable to do so.
Around 5pm that day I began to feel very anxious, and I started to experience a feeling that´s exactly the same as nicotine withdrawal. My body started screaming out for something and I couldn´t work out what it might be – I´m really confused by this craving. Eventually I realize that it must have something to do with not drinking – I´m shocked. The thought starts to creep into my mind that this is not a normal reaction. I spend the rest of the evening in a state of high anxiety. I have alcohol in the house but I stay away from it – I´m determined not to drink. I go to bed earlier than I´ve done in months and I actually manage to get some sleep despite feeling anxious and frightened.
Day 2 - I walk to the local shop and stock up on plenty of soft drinks. I avoid speaking to anyone. I feel paranoid and withdrawn. When early evening comes around I once again start to experience bad cravings. I pace around a lot and my anxiety is going off the scale – but I don´t drink. I go to bed early. I´m very restless and barely sleep at all. I´m scared. I give up trying to sleep, and I play games on the computer until I´m too tired to keep my eyes open.
Day 3 - I awake after a few hours feeling exhausted, anxious and full of fear. I keep busy throughout the day because I feel so restless. I don´t achieve much because I jump from one task to the next without completing the first one. When the cravings kick in, I start to cry. Eventually I decide to have one beer. If I can have just one beer I can´t possibly be alcoholic – can I? I have one beer, and for the first time in my life I sip it really slowly and make it last for a long time. The cravings and anxiety are definitely lessened, but they are still there bubbling away just under the surface, and soon after finishing the beer they come rushing back in again. I go to bed early and lie there anxious and afraid.
Day 4 – I wake up anxious and it just gets worse throughout the day. I can´t sit still. I pace a lot. When the cravings kick in around 5pm I don´t have the strength to deal with them. I try the one beer idea again, but this time I´m unable to sip it slowly and make it last. The restlessness, anxiety and cravings fade slightly, but I need more relief. I decide to have another beer. If I can get through the night on just 2 beers I will know for sure that I´m not alcoholic. I don´t know anything about alcoholism, but I´m sure that an alcoholic drinks more than 2 beers a night. The second beer makes a marked difference. I feel such a great sense of ease and comfort. All the bad feelings disappear – temporarily – but as soon as the drink is finished they start to crowd in on me again. I don´t know what to do. Eventually I´m able to settle at my computer and play some games – it seems to distract me and soothe me a little bit, but I´m still an anxious crazy mess. Somehow I get through the rest of the evening without any more alcohol, but I know something is definitely wrong with me and I don´t know what to do. I fall into bed exhausted and confused.
Day 5 – It´s a bad day. I feel restless, irritable, discontent, and very, very anxious. I sit at the computer again and play some games. Suddenly, my hands start to shake uncontrollably. I´m horrified. I know nothing about alcoholism, but I know enough to realize that this is a withdrawal symptom from alcohol. My mind wants to tell me that it must be something else, and nothing to do with alcohol – but deep down I know that I can no longer deny what´s happening to me. The feelings and symptoms I´m experiencing are from alcohol withdrawal – and ONLY alcoholics experience these things, but I still try desperately to ignore this thought, because it´s unacceptable to me. As I sit there I remember that I have half a bottle of Baileys somewhere. I tell myself that it would be ok to have some of it in my coffee. I somehow manage to convince myself that it´s not really alcohol, so it won´t count! I give up putting it in my coffee after only one cup - I drink the rest of it with some ice. It soothes me for a while, and the shaking stops, but once the bottle is empty it´s not long before the anxiety is fully present again.
I can´t cope with this a moment longer, and so I go downstairs and get a large plastic beaker, 2 liters of wine and a bottle of lemonade. It´s about 2pm when I pour out my first half pint of wine and lemonade. As I sit at the computer drinking and crying, I search on-line to find alcohol questionnaires. This is one of them:
Are You Alcoholic?
Ask yourself the following questions and answer them as honestly as you can.
1. Do you lose time from work due to drinking?
2. Is drinking making your home life unhappy?
3. Do you drink because you are shy with other people?
4. Is drinking affecting your reputation?
5. Have you ever felt remorse after drinking?
6. Have you gotten into financial difficulties as a result of drinking?
7. Do you turn to lower companions and an inferior environment when drinking?
8. Does your drinking make you careless of your family's welfare?
9. Has your ambition decreased since drinking?
10. Do you crave a drink at a definite time daily?
11. Do you want a drink the next morning?
12. Does drinking cause you to have difficulty in sleeping?
13. Has your efficiency decreased since drinking?
14. Is drinking jeopardizing your job or business?
15. Do you drink to escape from worries or trouble?
16. Do you drink alone?
17. Have you ever had a complete loss of memory as a result of drinking?
18. Has your physician ever treated you for drinking?
19. Do you drink to build up your self-confidence?
20. Have you ever been to a hospital or institution on account of drinking?
The above Test Questions are used by Johns Hopkins University Hospital, Baltimore, Md., in deciding whether or not a patient is alcoholic. They believe:
• If you have answered YES to any one of the questions, there is a definite warning that you may be alcoholic.
• If you have answered YES to any two, the chances are that you are an alcoholic.
• If you have answered YES to three or more, you are definitely an alcoholic.
My TRUE score is 18 . . . . but when I first did this questionnaire I could only admit to 10. I was trying VERY hard to see the real truth – but I could NOT see it. But 10 is very high – 3 or more and I´m DEFINITELY an alcoholic. Even I can see that 10 is way more than 3.
I´m devastated and terrified. It´s the end of my world – I´m an alcoholic. Part of my mind still wants to deny it, but that small sane voice inside me will not allow me to be in denial about it any longer. I push myself to do more questionnaires, and then I find the Alcoholics Anonymous website and read some stories on there written by alcoholics. When I compare their stories to mine, there are some differences. I´m tempted to look at those differences and use them to convince myself that I´m not really like them, but that small sane voice inside me tells me to look at the similarities – not the differences. The similarities far outweigh the differences.
My name is Rachel – and I´m an alcoholic.
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Tuesday, March 23, 2010
The sober ramblings of a chronic alcoholic . . . .
Choice . . . don´t give me too much choice - it confuses me! 10 minutes to set up a blog page . . . . um, maybe for YOU - it took me hours . . . what template to use? What photo? Favourite films - OMG what are my favourite films???!! Books? I´ve read about 3,000 and I´m being asked to choose which are my favourite?? As for trying to get my Zazzle panels right – well, you can see I failed miserably there! I´ve been told that I´m a perfectionist – that a lot of alcoholics are. I couldn´t see this for ages, but I´m seeing it more and more now – it´s a pain in the bum because everything takes soooooo long . . . . and I always fall far short of anything like perfection!
Anyway, now I have my blog page more or less sorted and what do I have before me? A blank page . . . . . what shall I write? . . . . is this like life – do I only get one chance to make a first impression? Then I remember that I´m an alcoholic, and that for most of my life I´ve made the wrong impression – don´t sweat it girl, you´re sober today and you have a story to tell . . . . and some nice shiny new products to sell – yes, I DO want you to take a look at my shops and maybe even buy something – then you can look at it and say to yourself “Hey, that crazy alcoholic lady made this – ain´t that da bomb!” Not that I can believe for one moment that anyone actually speaks like that, but maybe you do, and I´m not gonna judge you for it :-)
I´m not just here to tout my stuff (cool, cute and wonderful though it is – and how you´ve lived without these things in your life up to now is beyond me). I´m also here to share my journey in sobriety with you. I had no idea I was actually going to do that until I started writing today – but now I know it´s absolutely the right thing to do. When I first got sober I started to correspond a lot with people and also use forums for recovering alcoholics – so, I have a LOT of rambling to share with you! I was planning on trying to make it into a book . . . . but somehow or another I just haven´t got around to it yet. It´s no use to anyone sat on my computer though, so I´m going to share it with you, and if the most useful thing it does for anyone is entertain them – well, that´s not a bad thing.
I just want to point out that I do NOT speak for AA. This is just my own experience and any opinions I express here are mine (and possibly mine alone!).
Ok, I´m going to take a deep breath and dive in here. It´s baring my soul time and I have a little bit of fear about it . . . . but, here goes . . . .
The greatest misconception about me, as a chronic alcoholic, is that alcohol is my problem. You could certainly be excused for thinking that. If you knew all the problems alcohol caused me, and – more importantly - those around me, it would be natural to assume that when I stopped drinking, my problems would be solved - but alcohol was not my problem, it was my SOLUTION.
Acute alcoholics develop alcoholism through excessive drinking – but I´m a chronic alcoholic and I was “suffering” from alcoholism before I even took my first drink. I´m not a chronic alcoholic because I drank obsessively and abusively. I drank obsessively and abusively BECAUSE I´m alcoholic.
I suffer from alcoholism when I´m sober. Drinking relieves that suffering, and for many years it was alcohol that helped me to survive life – without it I would have, no doubt, committed suicide. I had a sense from early childhood of not fitting in. I didn´t feel a part of anything – I always felt apart from everything and everyone. Nothing really made any sense to me and I didn´t feel comfortable in my own skin. I didn´t like myself even as a small child and I was painfully shy, withdrawn and deeply unhappy. I was suffering from alcoholism BEFORE alcohol even came into my life.
March 2008
When I was 8 years old my cousins thought it would be funny to see what effect alcohol would have on me. I guess most normal kids of that age would have taken one sip, declared it disgusting and then drank no more. Not me. It was homemade wine and no doubt it was pretty grim, but that´s not what I remember about it. What I remember is that all of a sudden I had found something that made me feel good about myself. I didn´t feel shy or tortured. I didn´t feel inadequate, and all of a sudden I felt like I could talk to my cousins and not feel like a silly little kid. Without realising it, I had found the answer to all of my problems. At 8 years old I drank and drank and didn´t stop until someone stopped me. I drank until I fell over. I loved it.
For the first time ever I had escaped from the unbearable feelings I lived with every day. It was like a switch had flipped and all of those feelings just vanished. For those few hours of drinking I was not unhappy in my own skin. For the first time ever - I liked me. I had found a magic potion.
Fast forward to March 2008. I´m 41 years old, and I´m trying to find the courage to end my life. I have NO IDEA that I´m an alcoholic. I´m aware that I´m drinking much more than I used to but I´ve always been a drinker – drinking has been a part of my life since childhood and I´m unable (and unwilling) to see that I might have a serious problem in regards to the amount of alcohol I´m consuming. My life is so horrible that I feel the need to drink more to cope with it all – but I´m not coping at all. I want to die. I´m living alone in an isolated village in a foreign country, with no real friends, no job, no income, no transport, and 7 animals that depend on me for their survival. My life is unmanageable and I feel powerless to do anything about it. I just can´t live like this anymore but I have no idea how I can get out of the situation. I hate myself and I hate my life - but I´m too frightened to die. I´m also too frightened to live. I´m frightened of everything. I have terrible crushing phobias that make it almost impossible for me to use ANY form of transport as I´m terrified that I´m going to be in a horrible accident . . . . and I can see it in ALL it´s gory detail. Every journey in a car is pure hell for me, so I´ve given up going anywhere – it´s just not worth the agony.
I have a strong desire to cram at least 100 painkillers down my throat and then stick my head in the gas oven – because I am deadly serious about ending my life and I don´t want there to be ANY mistakes. I have seen for myself the failed attempts at suicide – it is not pretty. But I just do not have the guts to do it – I´m consumed by the fear of messing it up. Who will look after my animals if I´m successful in my attempt . . . . and who will look after them if I mess it up and end up a brain dead vegetable??? Either way they´re screwed – and so am I.
I have pains in my kidneys and liver (at a guess) and I´m sick every morning. I can´t sleep or eat, and I cry a lot. I´ve lost around 25lbs in body weight in less than 12 months, without even trying. But nobody knows there´s anything really wrong with me, because when I step out of my front door I´m dressed nicely and I´ve already had a few drinks to make going out bearable. I´m still reasonably sociable when I drink with others - but I´m alone and desolate inside. I look like I´m having fun – sometimes. But by the end of the evening I´m sat at the bar crying, confused and desolate. My mask is starting to slip. When I get home a sort of madness descends upon me and I´m terrified. Only more drinking keeps it at bay. I feel that I´m losing my mind. I drink until about 5 or 6am and try to snatch a few hours of sleep. It´s almost impossible because my mind just won´t shut off, there´s constant noise and chatter, and crazy scary thoughts which make me terrified of myself and everything around me. I lie rigid with fear wishing I would die there in bed so that I don’t have to face another day – and another night.
When I get up a few hours later, all I want to do is drink, but if I drink in the morning it might mean I have a drinking problem, and I just can´t face that possibility. Drinking is all I have left that feels good. I feel dead and empty inside, but at the same time fearful, paranoid and emotional. I drink coffee until noon. Then I feel it´s ok to drink beer. If I don’t drink in the morning, I can´t possibly be an alcoholic – right? I drink a couple litres of beer during the day, and then, if I stay in, I drink at maybe a couple of litres of wine (mixed with lemonade because I think it makes me drink less). Sometimes I´ll go out in the early afternoon with the intention of just having a couple of beers and then coming home. I´m always confused when I´m the last one to leave the bar at around 2am. Whilst I´m drinking I get anxious when the glass is less than half full, and I have to get another one lined up ready. I cannot afford to take the risk that the barman will be unavailable to serve me immediately when I´ve finished my drink – it´s got to the stage where my drinking has to be continual and uninterrupted once I start or I start to have a panic attack. I have some small idea that this may not be normal, but I don´t pay much attention to it, because as far as I´m concerned it´s the rest of my life that´s the problem – not alcohol. But, when I drink, I´m loud, and overly friendly. I get myself into situations that make me confused, paranoid, and full of self loathing the next day. I have blackouts - I don´t remember how I got from one place to another and I don´t remember conversations I´ve had and things I´ve done. I become almost too scared to go out – I can´t trust myself. One day I go out at noon to get some groceries, and I don´t come home until 5.30am. Despite my BEST intentions to just go shopping and not to stop for a drink, I somehow end up drinking for 17 hours – and come home without any groceries.
Life gets worse and worse until it becomes no more than a living death. One day in March 2008 I decide that I must stop drinking. I don’t want to stop, but I have no idea what else to do – I´m desperate. I cannot imagine a life without alcohol, but I cannot go on with my life as it is, as I feel that I´m teetering on the edge of complete insanity . . . .
. . . . and that´s enough for now I think. I don´t want to bore you rigid with my first post, or have you crying into your coffee!
More soon I think. Thanks for taking the time to read me :-) Oh, by the way - how long do you think it´s taken me to suss out how to copy and paste my post into this blog . . . . . .
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