Thanks to the program of Alcoholics Anonymous and you people in this thread today makes 3 years completely sober. The days leading up to and immediately following this day always cause me to reflect back. It was about 4 years ago that I had enough and wanted to stop drinking. I was getting nothing positive from drugs and alcohol and I knew it, but my problem was I didn’t know how to quit. I think to most that sounds absurd but to my mind I didn’t know. I’d later find out all I needed to do was get off my ass and go to a meeting and talk to someone. I also knew I would need a medical detox but again how does that work? Just go to the ER, since I had not regular doctor, and say I need help. How does that factor into time away from work? I thought of all this as I laid in bed with shakes/tremors very similar to Leaving Las Vegas because I had been on more of bender than usual and had been about 7 hours without a drink. I reluctantly grabbed the vodka bottle because I knew it would stop the pain I was in and I didn’t want to call 911 and I didn’t want to die, so easiest path. Well I say I didn’t want to die but, in my mind, I think I was ok I was ok if that happened. Looking back on it I was doing very little to ensure my life continued on in general. Over that year I would have swings where I thought I was ok. I would have “good” days but in my sick and insane mind when I would have those days I would think I was the exception and I had figured out how to live as a severe alcoholic. I was not suffering obvious health concerns (I had gotten used to the tremors and anxiety as normal), work wasn’t an issue, and somehow, I had avoided any legal issues. I’m single so no family pressure so in my mind the life I was living was just me and working out. Something else I realized after I got sober was that it took me a lot of work when I was in my disease. A lot of work to make sure I put on my best face to not be found out and to fake “normal” activities to give the illusion I wasn’t a shut in. Plus, the constant worry of is today the day this flimsy ass house of cards I have chosen to live in finally crumbles down on me? I’m forever grateful to my mother for noticing it and ultimately pushing me to rehab. She saved my life. It was a few days before I surrendered that I took a weekend road trip to put on the appearance that I wasn’t a shut in and perhaps make myself feel that way. I would do that from time to time and all I’d do is drive somewhere, couldn’t trust flying because I didn’t want to get stuck on a plane without booze. But when I got to my location I would just lay there and get drunk but at least I wasn’t at home, right? Anyway, this time I took a nasty fall in public and didn’t have the strength to get myself back up. A very kind stranger came by and helped me across the street to the hotel and the staff there called 911 which I hid in my room from because I was sure it was jail. I did have to go the hospital later in the evening, after the scene in the lobby settled down, for a nasty cut on my elbow that wouldn’t stop bleeding. I knew then it was over. I called my mother and she came and got me and drove me home and pushed rehab on me the whole way. A few days later I surrendered and went to rehab. When I made the decision and said yes and realized it was really happening a sense of calm took me over, a high like I hadn’t felt in a long time, my fight with this was coming to an end. When I got there, I got a breathalyzer and blew a .349 and they called the ambulance and straight to the hospital where I then spent 6 days in ICU just to detox. They gave me only a 60% chance of surviving detox. Now here I sit 3 years later with a life like I never thought possible. I share this because I personally find strength when I hear others stories. I also share this because I see people in here say they are struggling and not sure what to do or those that have family and friends where they are seeking guidance. Just go to a meeting and talk to someone, they are willing to help. Don’t make it complicated like I did, it almost cost me my life. Plus, I also share a reminder to myself how low in life I was and that if I was to go back out I know right where I’d pick up at. Thanks for reading, listening and your sharing.
It’s a great day to be sober!