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My recovery story

See my drinking story post for how I arrived here...
https://similarworlds.com/addiction/alcoholic/4543548-My-drinking-story-Inspired-by-some-on-here

I determined that binge drinking wasn't for me. I therefore went back to daily drinking but now at a much higher level. Fabulous.

After an afternoon on the piss feeling thoroughly miserable I came home to a row with my wife. After an hour I lay down and cried and cried. I just wanted to die I couldn't go on any more.

I spoke to a nurse at work I trusted. For once I was honest about my drinking (15 to 20 pints a day). She offered some options one being a treatment center. She said that worked best. I rolled up a day or so later.

Addicts of all kinds, cocaine, heroine, speed, exercise, sex, shopping, gambling even food disorders. All in a house in the country.

There I learnt I drank because I had a form of depression, to numb all emotions as I never learnt to cope and once I started drinking I couldn't stop. So avoid the first drink. Simple fucking genius.

However I had all the emotions I had numbed with alcohol for 25 years. How to deal with them. That was hard, first day at work, first wedding (my nieces), first flight, first holiday etc etc.

The rehab was 12 step so I stuck to AA when I came out and have ever since. It works for me.

I just decide to not drink today, tomorrow I might who knows but today I'm not drinking and I'll take life as it comes
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dubkebab · 56-60, M
20 pints of brew sounds like a good amount to me. Ahem.Normal people don't think that way!
I'm in that special minority where one's too many and a thousand ain't enough.
My last drink was half a pale ale I plucked from the mud under the town bridge on Jan 18 2007-the cool bottle helped the throb of my newly acquired black eye and broken nose since I had apparently walked into some fists again on that last spree.I had 37 cents in my pocket.I either go back to the liquor store and start hustling up some more funds to do it all over again...or make a phone call to a sober friend and get some help.Today I'm grateful for the choice I made.

Thanks for posting.Glad you are with us.Too many don't make it.