Hi everyone,
I was talking to a friend last weekend and found myself saying that severe discomfort with the status quo forces you to make a change, which no sane person would do when you have smooth sailing waters and comfortable, familiar surroundings.
Change is very tough, and we only choose it when it really is not a choice at all. But tough as it is, it brings growth, and facing a challenge head on (once you decide to do it) is a very good thing for anyone.
I was surprised to hear myself saying that. I was talking about a really unfair situation Iāve been dealt at work. It just clicked that I was no longer willing to put up with the way things were going, so I decided to take steps to make a big change - find a new job.
It applies also to drinking for me: when I found myself sobbing uncontrolably in the middle of the night after a 3-day relapse binge, with a full on panic attack, cramps in my hands and legs, shaking violently, heart palpitations and the dread that I would not wake up to kiss my kids in the morning, change was non-negotiable.
Iām on day 82 and really grateful to every day AF. I have a clear mind, healthier body, and am fully present for my husband and kids. Bad days and situations happen, of course. But as someone put it before. a bad day sober is a great day comparing to ANY day drunk.
Yet.
Yet I find myself sometimes with a squeeze im my chest, the idea that I canāt have a drink ever again is suffocating. Iām using all tools I have: read the forum, go for a walk, pet the dog, hug my kids (they are away for 2 weeks now, which doesnāt help), watch Netflix, listen to music, call my family, write down in a journal, listen to books on tape on recoveryā¦I still sometimes want to cry. I think, deep down, I brought this predicament on myself. If only I had moderated, I wouldnāt have cornered myself into an addiction that was slowly killing me. Clearly killing me. I feel like Iām suffocating because I wish I had known when I was younger that I needed to be careful. I wish I had not done this to myself. It all also scares me because I have a young teenage boy, to whom I hope with all I have, this will never, ever happen.
Sigh.
I just really needed to vent and know if anyone ever felt this way and how you coped with this awful, choking feeling.
love to you all