I decided on sobriety after a week of binging that culminated on me blacking out hanging out with a friend and having a really tough shame spiral the next morning.
I have known this friend for about 4 years, and I think I've mostly kept my alcoholism under wraps. There have been maybe 3-4 times where I've come even near the state I found myself this Saturday, and even those, while being messy, I can remember my emotional drunken breakdowns and mostly could pull away before losing control.
We haven't talked about Saturday other than them telling me to stop projecting, we're okay, to calm down before heading out to spend the day with their mom, and bringing it up again on Sunday night to inform me that if this happened again, they'd dip out because I get really bad way in the aftermath, and they think it'll spare me the feeling of shame and humiliation in exchange for me feeling maybe a little bummed that they dipped.
The Sunday conversation was.. tough. It was short, I did my most to validate their feelings because admittedly my spirals are BAD and I can see that this boundary was drawn out of love and care. I refuse to let my rejection and abandonment traumas take it and twist it into something ugly.
That sentiment got stuck with me, though. I loathe to think that they feel like they've got to somehow be on the lookout for my slippery slope, that it's somehow their responsibility to predict my loss of control and mitigate the aftermath. My loss of control was a jarring lapse of judgment that I had been, in hindsight, been careening towards through daily binge drinking, and finally crashing made me so incredibly aware how little I want to do this to myself or my loved ones.
The decision of sobriety came with a soul-shattering clarity due to how they talked to me around my drinking issue. I’m done making excuses for my own poor behavior, thinking that my mental illness gives me the pass to dress up self harm as “coping”. I’m tired of exposing people to my self sabotage while feeling sorry for myself and only feeding the trauma that made me act out in the first place.
And I know I need to talk to them about how our last conversation made me feel. I want to let them know that I'm never drinking in their presence again since I can't trust myself with it. It was once and done.
My fears are only a couple, but they've had me in a chokehold the past couple of days.
The first is that I'm afraid that they simply won't believe me. I don't know what I would even say if they told me they don't think it's reasonable for me to say that I'll do my best not to drink anymore, that I can't be trusted to control it, or that my resolve now implies that Saturday was an even bigger failure on my part.
Second is that I'm already scared of relapse. I'm scared to tell them that I'm even trying because I don't want to disappoint them if things get bad again and I slip, or if they out of hand believe that relapse is unavoidable in my case.
I find my emotions highly irrational, my friend has never been cruel or contemptuous towards me or my recovery journey even when I've gone backwards on progress or negatively impacted our friendship with my behavior, but I can't shake these fears. It makes me sick to my stomach to think that they would expect me to fail due to some kind of weakness they perceive in me.