Grief…grieving over the death of a marriage, or more accurately, attempting to avoid feeling it, what set me on a drinking path so many years ago. Thinking drinking would help with the grief of my mother’s death is what I used as an excuse to relapse.
I have given no small amount of thought to what I would do when I again faced a life tragedy. Would I drink? I didn’t when I lost several uncles, including the one I loved dearly and to whom I owed much. I didn’t when I lost an aunt. I didn’t when I had to put my dog down. Why?
It is because I’ve learned that the only thing drinking does is prolong the grief. Sure, it promises brief respites, but right there in the tiniest of small print, is the truth: avoiding is not the same as processing and healing.
We are built to experience the full range of human emotions. Joy, happiness, contentment, worry, fear, sadness. Our minds can take tremendous blows to our peace, recover and thrive. Substance abuse does nothing to tune this ability. It only imbalances it.