Elizabeth E.
10-23-2007, 09:28 PM
So here’s my story, to date. My name is Elizabeth. I’m an alcoholic. I’ve probably been on my way there for a long time for lots of reasons, but I’ve finally decided it needs to end now. I’ve been sober for 14 days and it feels great, I look healthy and its nice to wake up in the morning and actually remember all of the night before. As alcoholics go, I was pretty “functional”. (Managed to fake it well to the rest of the world, most of the time.) After drinking quite heavily (up to a litre and a half of wine/day), for the last few years, I detoxed with only a headache for several days as a physical symptom. The longings to hold a glass of wine in my hand is something else altogether! The worst time for me is when driving home from work. I have this little voice that tells me that it would be alright if I bought a small bottle and just had one glass. Right! When is the last time I’ve had just one glass?
I finally reached my own quitting point when I woke up two weeks ago with a serious contusion on my hairline that hurt like the dickens. I had, and still have, absolutely no idea how it happened, where it happened or what I hit. It scared me to death! I’d fallen asleep (passed out, I guess) late at night after drinking before, but at least I had always had a hazy recollection of getting up later and coming to bed. All I could think was that I could have a concussion, or could have really hurt myself, and then everybody would know. That seems to be what really scares me. I’m not ready yet to bare my soul at an AA meeting, although reading the postings here are making me consider it seriously more than I every have.
My home life isn’t great—spouse not very supportive or communicative, but that problem predated the drinking. It only made it worse, and the drinking worse as I tried to numb everything. Changes due there too, but one life change at a time please!
Thank you everyone for listening. Wish me continued willpower. Thank you too for all of the sharing you all do. It is a good thing!
I finally reached my own quitting point when I woke up two weeks ago with a serious contusion on my hairline that hurt like the dickens. I had, and still have, absolutely no idea how it happened, where it happened or what I hit. It scared me to death! I’d fallen asleep (passed out, I guess) late at night after drinking before, but at least I had always had a hazy recollection of getting up later and coming to bed. All I could think was that I could have a concussion, or could have really hurt myself, and then everybody would know. That seems to be what really scares me. I’m not ready yet to bare my soul at an AA meeting, although reading the postings here are making me consider it seriously more than I every have.
My home life isn’t great—spouse not very supportive or communicative, but that problem predated the drinking. It only made it worse, and the drinking worse as I tried to numb everything. Changes due there too, but one life change at a time please!
Thank you everyone for listening. Wish me continued willpower. Thank you too for all of the sharing you all do. It is a good thing!