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Earlier I was rememebering where I was 4 years ago at this time. Reminding myself just how ugly this disease can be.
After relapsing in March of 2020, half of me wanted to be sober again and the other half just said ‘fuck it’. So I was in a constant tug of war with myself. That year my ex got so plastered on July 3rd, he ended up useless on the 4th, puking all day and night. What did I do to deal with his shitty behavior? Drink of course! He was able to make it to his parents for a picnic with us. They don’t drink at all so we each secretly brought our own. Once mine ran out, I found and stole his stash(he was in no condition to drink it anyway). Once that ran out I realized I had absolutely no reason whatsoever to leave and come back to their house. Typically, I’d say I needed to buy some groceries from the nearby Dollar General, which happened to be next to the liquor store. This is when my alcoholic brain desperately began figuring out a solution to my problem and I did something I never imagined I would. I remember sitting in AA hearing people talk about this and I’d think “Damn! I’d never stoop that low. You gotta be a seriously pathetic alcoholic to do that!” Well, I was. I remembered that mouthwash had alcohol in it. 23% to be exact. I found theirs and drank some. And then some more. As much as I needed to make it thru the rest of the get together. Then I went home, drank more(regular stuff), and shot off fireworks When my alarm went off for work the next morning, I was puking before I even opened my eyes. It took a minute to remember the day before and realize why I was in such bad shape. Fucking awful But it still didn’t stop me.
Looking back now at these moments sober is a very different experience, but one I feel is important. I don’t dwell or ruminate to a point where I feel shame/guilt. Honestly, I only feel disgust. It’s to remind myself where I never EVER want to end up again. I KNOW just 1 drink will put me there. Fuck that!