Hey guys, thanks for your support. I’m doing well. Just needed a day or two to sort things in my head and to decide how to sort my emotions here.
I think I should first start with my drinking…so here it goes.
I come from a country and culture where drinking comes really natrual to everybody, and from a very young age. I live in so called vine country, and I had my first blackout when I was 13 years old. I had my first drink waaay earlier. When I started what would be equivalent to high school it was normal to go out every weekend and to drink. I must say, I’m a social drinker and a weekend drinker. I don’t feel the urge to drink every day, or even to pair my meals with alcohol. But, I have friends who do that. Some of them are proud to say that they don’t even drink water. I repeat, it’s that kind of culture and upbringing. And I’m talking about girls. I am also smaller and rather petite so I can’t really handle the same amounts of alcohol as my girlfriends. This is in no way me trying to find an excuse for my behaviour.
I have this problem where I can’t have an empty glass…juice, water, alcohol…if it’s empty I have to refill. And problem two is that I can’t drink slow. I’m not the person that can’t have one drink per hour. Ok, can’t is a strong word…when I think about it, I haven’t really tried to drink one drink per hour, but by now I know that I reflexingly just drink until my glass is empty. So instead of one glass of wine per hour I’ll have 5. Which was sort of ok til’ I was 20 and went out every weekend, I had a sort of drinking stamina. Now (for the past 6,7 years), I go out once every couple of months and it hits me hard. REAL HARD.
Since I started drinking (15 years ago ) because of my not knowing how to drink moderately I had more weekends where things went wrong than good ones. I couldn’t remember what happened, constant headaches, bruises and bumps, I would get into embarassing situations not only for me but for my boyfriend and friends and also family. I’ve lost money, phones, bags, even panties. But mostly, I’ve lost respect and self respect. The self respect part is the worst because I never really was a self confident person. I even believed as I was younger that alcohol was my solution to being interesting because I believed that I couldn’t bring anything else to the table when having a conversation. I was quiet and timid and had a hard time talking to people and alcohol was my go to solution. And even though after a drink or two it did help, after a while it brought utter caos. I ruined parties and gatherings I can’t even remember how many. And even though shit has calmed down for the past 2,3 years (physically less damage), I am now in a situation where a drunk night out where I go on a drunk rant can harm me more than physical harm. I can lose my job, reputation, friends, boyfriend. There is a lot of emotional stuff in my head which when I get drunk and start talking can harm me in ways I can’t describe. But I’ll talk about that next time. I’m going one issue at a time.
My surroundings have been supportive for years, but with all things in life…you can’t expect support over and over again. People are gonna get fed up. There were times and still are when all of these people got batshit drunk and crazy and did unimaginable things just as I did, but I’ve done them twice as much. So I understand when people tell me that I have to slow down. But I don’t thing going slow is a thing for me. I have to stop. And I want to free myself of these restrains as soon as possible. I can’t control myself so it’s better to stop completely.
I am writing here because I know that my emotional issues are the reasons for my alcohol failures and I am hoping that by sharing everything here somebody will be able to help me, and that my story helps somebody else too.