I shutter just thinking back on those times waking up not knowing what kind of shit you were in or what kind of asshole you made of yourself the night before. The flashbacks…those terrible little glimpses into what had really happened. Sometimes they were unadventurous (sometimes they were ), but 100% of the time I felt like a drunk piece of shit. These are the things I remind myself of when I want to pick up!!
I was out last night with old friends and they were sharing drinking stories from days of old…several involving blackouts. The stories were told as fond memories of the good old days.l yet I heard them as “Thank God nothing bad happened because you could have died”.
By being honest with yourself, i found i can think and live this certan way of life that i can live hounistly, realisticly, and most of all happily
I am a addict alcoholic and thats the 1st hounest and realistic thing i learned
Yeah. When I hear these stories now I’m just grateful I hadn’t physically hurt anyone yet. That I know of. Especially as one who, yes, drove under the influence. Small fricken miracle and not proud days, looking back.
A shame I need not live again if I just don’t drink. A sort of living amends.
Yeah, I pretty much always drank at home after my kids slept. But then last year I was blacking out and drinking during it. It terrifies to me to think how I risked my kids safety in the sense if anything ever happened I wouldnt have been able to handle an emergency. Shame. Guilt. Good motivation to stay sober.
Almost every time I drink, it’s to the point of blacking out. It’s terrifying… but that’s why I’m here and I know that I can not go on drinking because I will either end up dead or in jail!
I’m a blackout drinker too. Somehow I could still get an Uber home, vomit somewhere convenient, and end up in bed. Bartenders would even serve me in a blackout, how insane.
So fortunate not to be dead or in jail. How crazy.
I used to drink until blackout pretty much every time. My scariest blackout, I drove from Tecate, Mexico to my friends house about 30 miles away through extremely winding roads, 2 boarder checkpoints and 3 towns. I woke up in the driver seat of my friend’s car perfectly parked in his parking space with 3 of my buddies all passed out. The last thing I remembered was ordering a pina colada at the bar in Tecate. I had driven the route so many times I guess I just put my brain on autopilot. Extremely thankful I didn’t kill myself, my friends or someone else on the road.
57 days with no alcohol. I was to the point where I almost always blacked out. When I think about wanting a drink now it’s now that I’d like one beer or one glass of wine. I would want a few bottles of wine so I know that’s sick. I try to read some of these conversations every night because it reminds me of where I’ve been, where I don’t want to go and how one drink will set me back and could kill me
I blacked out at least 5 times a week. Sometimes only an hour or two other times more like 6 hours. Really, really scary. What’s sometimes even more scary than the blackout is coming to out of the blackout. The first time I came out of a blackout I was having a mental breakdown in a car and hour away in a bowling aly parking lot with a friend. Another time I came out of a blackout behind the wheel of a car. Most times I would blackout and then wake up the next morning. All of it was scary.
Oh, and I continue to drink A LOT after I blacked out all of the time. I had alcohol poisoning once I should have been hospitalized but my friends were too scared because we were underage I had mild forms too many times to count over the years
So happy I don’t have to worry about that anymore!!
I’ve seen bartenders serve people to where they were beyond black out drunk and then let them get in their car or motorcycle and drive home. They never said anything to the people or took their keys away. It’s disgusting the lack of care some bars have.
waking up not knowing what kind of shit you were in or what kind of asshole you made of yourself the night before. The flashbacks…those terrible little glimpses into what had really happened. Sometimes they were unadventurous (sometimes they were 
), but 100% of the time I felt like a drunk piece of shit. These are the things I remind myself of when I want to pick up!!