Hey everyone, I want to apologize in advanced for the long written story. I have been reading around on my first sleepless sober night and you all sound like an awesome supportive group. I needed to get this off my chest, somewhere between cry for help and statement of intent for me to look back on. Hopefully this fits in here, and hopefully I will fit in cause a sober group of people is something I don’t really have out in the world haha.
It’s about that time, ready to say goodbye to the bottle. I am 28 years old, and alcohol has controlled my life since I was 16 years old.
Life isn’t out of control anymore, but I am ready to start that new me before it’s too late. I have a loving wife, beautiful baby boy dog, and a respectful enough salaried position at your favorite fast food restaurant. At my worst I was killing a 1.75 by myself after school, at my best I had one good sober streak of a couple months after I moved in with my then fiancée when she pulled me out of my own personal hell. It was nice… I did stuff, felt healthier then ever, but every bar, beer stand, and liquor store I passed called to something deep inside of me. Eventually I had that “just one beer” at a gathering and here I am again years later.
I have become a “barely functional alcoholic”, I drag myself sick out of bed in the morning, clean up to the standards my company calls for, everyone knows that I am not at my best the first hour or so, then I work my time, come home and kill time til I can drink, then drink til I can pass out. The thought of my emptying supply dominates my day, plan my “out of store errands” around liquor store trips, and know that I better be well stocked Saturday, cause if I don’t have enough to get through stores closed Sunday, I am going to have to top off with the strongest stuff I can get from a convenience store. Nothing more, nothing less. No self improvement, no moving forward, and no promises kept. This has been my life for as long as I can remember. This has to stop, or this will keep repeating for my 30 year mark… and 40… and 50… however long my body holds out for. The status quo has to end, my wife deserves better, my coworkers deserve better, I deserve better. I have told myself this is the last bottle I am gonna buy too many times… just to ween off, just to get through this rough week, hey this week is a special occasion. This is my real move to stop for good.
Thanks for hearing me out. I know this is relatively trivial compared to a lot of experiences you all have gone, and the last thing I want to come off as is dramatic about it. This force just needs to get out of my life… it’s been long enough. Cold turkey, no booze in the house, let’s do this.