My name is Jack I’m 30 years old and today is the day I’m finally going sober. I am writing this mom the hospital bed where I was checked in today for Alcohol Withdrawals. I drank for 9 days straight, all day and all night. Got to a point where trying to fix the withdrawels by drinking more. This is what I did for 9 days actually and today my body finally gave up. Tried 3 beers and the chills aches, lightheadedness, sweating, just got worse.
So here how I got in this mess.
I’ve always been a drinker. Started hard in college and then just continued after that. Never had a problem with morning drinks because I was never too hungover. I’d say from 26 and on that started to change. Drinking still happened 3 days a week but sometimes when I was very hungover I’d reach for the alcohol again. I convinced myself it’s fine, everyone does it and calls it brunch. Seeing as I was in denial I continue to do it and the binge drinking got more and more frequent.
Here comes the downfall. I’m 27 years old and binging is become the normal. Mostly Friday to Sunday all day. I’d then wake up needing it to function so I’d have a couple drinks in Monday too. 29 hits and I’m bad and I know it. Drinking the weekends and how every man days into the next week until I taper off. Withdrawals after binges would be begin and sleeping would need more alcohol. I’d wake up in the middle of the night and need a drink to sleep and then 1 immediately when I woke up. Sometimes I’d need one each and every hour of the day just to function.
Now comes the final chapter. Got drunk each day, every day for 8 days straight and I can finally admit I have a problem. Decided myself to come to the hospital and check me in. I’ve had enough. I just got engaged 10 days ago and this is the first event my fiancé has to go through.
My journey begins from here but I know I won’t ever go back to where I was.