Day 350, today. So close to a year that I can taste it. Apologies for the forthcoming brain-spill.
I’ve been thinking a lot over the past 24 hrs. Where I’m at, where I’m headed. Mostly thinking about how difficult it has been to “let loose” or even loosen up just a little bit, without drinking. I haven’t really been able to. I am “buttoned-up” 100% of the time. I’m not sure if that’s who I am at a core level, or who I have become.
I’ve realized just how important control and restraint are to me, how they have an influence on virtually every aspect of my life. I believe this plays a major part in where much of my internal feelings of conflict come from. Feelings that have plagued me for as long as I can remember. There’s the human desire to embrace life, embrace other people, to have fun, to enjoy yourself – and then there is my outright need to restrain myself, to remain stoic, to not really be entirely accessible to anyone, to always be in control and have a few walls up. It’s a really frustrating and constant push-and-pull.
I think that’s part of why I was so drawn to alcohol and drugs. It was the only thing that could get me to let go. I also believe that my feelings of crippling anxiety post-drinking were tied back to control, or loss of it – I would wake up after a night out, realize I had let loose and betrayed my regularly standoffish persona, and I would see that relinquishment of control and restraint as a significant failure of self – even if I had been perfectly well-behaved, if only a bit more open and talkative.
I’m not so sure I am capable of being an outgoing, sociable person. Try as I might, I just cannot let go and live or be myself without fear. The more I think of it, the more I realize that the control and restraint is tied back to fear. Fear of ridicule, fear of saying or doing the wrong thing. Whatever. So I hold back, and it can lead to very strong feelings of isolation.
I have also been thinking about my past therapists who have suggested I may have some form of OCD, although not outright OCD. The more I read up on some of the subsets and variations that I was told about, the more I see it. Part of me thinks that while addiction (or at least addictive tendencies) certainly played a role for me, I have an inkling that my drinking and drug usage was also a compulsive behavior, done sheerly out of routine and ritual. From what I have read, it is common among specific types of OCD. I recognize that self-diagnosing can be dangerous, so I am not taking what I’ve read as absolute truth.
It’s all worrying to me. I question if I am doing the right thing, at times. I hate that my thinking, in every way, is so black-or-white. Last night I was thinking about how much I have changed specifically from the time my GF and I met (3 years ago) to now. Back then I was outgoing, socially sharp, loved going out and doing things. Kind of a different story now. I am often exhausted and have no desire to do, well, anything. I don’t know what’s happened to me, and I do worry that she’ll get bored of me, if that hasn’t happened already.
I have no doubt that I won’t drink, if even out of stubbornness alone. This post isn’t meant to be melancholic or anything like that, and I’m not sad. Confused, maybe. Frustrated, sure. I am trying to just look at the flood of thoughts I’ve been having as objectively as I can. I just had to put them down into words to maybe try and grasp onto something.
If you’ve read this far, thanks. Have a great Saturday. I won’t be drinking today.