‘ALCOHOL MAKES ME STUPID.’ There was a time when I realised that alcohol affects my brain… my memory, my focus, my verbal communication skills, my passion for reading and ability to learn, the way I express myself… (all of which I used to be proud of before).
And not only when under influence… also for days after drinking. I wrote this statement in my diary and I know it helped me a lot to get sober.
Conditioning myself into thinking this way is what got me sober. And I was doing it unknowingly while I was still drinking. I Pavlov’s dogged myself thru cause and effect. So good so, that just the thought of me drinking still turns my stomach(similar, tho not as debilitating, to Alex in A Clockwork Orange). This was helpful in that I only made that correlation. Me drinking alcohol. It’s left me able to bartend, go out with drinkers, and even buy alcohol for others(which is rare, but it’s happened) with zero temptation.
In the end, alcohol took me to such a deep, dark, place of despair, yet I still continued in hopes of achieving a different outcome. Until I started realizing how good I felt without it. If I could miraculously go 24hrs without, I’d start feeling great, but eventually I’d believe drinking would make that feeling better. It never did. It made it worse EVERY SINGLE TIME. It ruined my good moods over and over for years. Even as a drunk, I couldn’t argue with those statistics. So every time I thought about drinking, I thought about that soul crushing place of hopelessness I knew it would take me. I am NEVER putting myself back there again!!!
After thinking this way long enough, it becomes second nature. I can honestly say I’ve only experienced maybe 3 real cravings in almost 2 years, and even those were easy to dismiss. Anyone can do this when you just start believing the facts. Thank you for this thread and for letting me share
I despised myself when I was drinking…now I am so proud of my strength. And I love waking up hangover, shame and guilt free. I cannot imagine how awful it would feel to wake up after having drank.
Found this and thought of this thread. It’s insane how long my addiction tricked me into believing that drinking literal poison was helping me become a better version of myself.
Thank God my obsession has lifted. The veil no longer there, and I am able to see the truth of what it was actually doing to me. Slowly killing my mind, body, and spirit.