Day 16… Longest sober stretch in years, more consecutive sober days in a month than all of 2016 combined.
I don’t even know why the hell I did it? I think from day one of the last stretch, I still wasn’t REALLY ready for full abstinence and thought if I go about a month, I will try just one to test myself to see if I can do it and perhaps have one ‘once in a blue moon’… (Alone and secretly… still very flawed drinking behavior in itself but how I prefer to drink).
I guess I was really looking forward to that ‘just one drink’ I planned to ‘reward’ myself with and for no real good reason suddenly decided that I was having it right there and then and no amount of common sense or will power was stopping me from the moment I decided it was to happen, where I’d been doing so well to ignore cravings before.
Id been to visit a drug and alcohol support worker, it went really well. Unfortunately it was located across the road from a pub.
As soon as I saw the pub, I knew I was weakening. I had to leave in a rush in the morning and hadnt taken my campral and zoloft… and usually carry some in my handbag but didn’t have any on me. The difference in my will power without campral in my system was incredible… usually when id get close to relapse, id be able to talk myself out of it fairly quickly… but there was no stopping once the idea was in my head yesterday.
As soon as I left, my appointment where id been praised for “how well Id been doing”,
I went straight to a bottle shop and decided that I was having my ‘just one’ right away…
But as soon as I went to the bottleshop, I bought 2 cans of woodstock 10% strait away… Long story short, my just one test turned into 6 cans…
I’ve woken up after 2 hours passed out, throbbing head, dry throat and feeling a level of depression that I haven’t felt in months. Full of regret and shame… I posted some really immature and lame shit on social media to ex collegues. I feel like a weak moron.
I’m meant to go to a job interview in the morning, for a job I don’t particularly want. Im already dreading it, I just want to curl up in bed all day and ride out the hangover and depression. It’s pouring rain and a huge thunder storm right now at 3 am.
I would have to go on 2 buses to get there, it’s not really even that suitable a role for me in context of hours and location and someone I went to uni with works there too, (can’t decide if that’s a good thing or bad). I just want to lay on the couch under a blanket, watching movies, eating junk food instead. Then I feel lazy and guilty for not wanting to go to a job interview… for a job I dont really even want.
I think I know now, once and for all that there is no “just one… here and there” for me. I don’t even want to. I think I’m finally ready this time to accept than I just cannot drink at all. Ever.