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What made people want to quit

©2008 lilyput


I'm back and forth on the psychedelic issue. I'd decided not to do it, but for some reason I can't bring myself to throw it away. I think this means trouble. The concert is a week from tonight. Argh!

I'm away on business for five days right now. It is hard to be in a city like chicago (first time visiting sober) and not stop and listen to some blues or jazz in a cozy little bar... I feel like I am being deprived of a cultural experience. I know my hubby will want to hit a bar to listen to some blues, so I've looked-up some AA meetings to attend on the night that he does. He says he doesn't mind if i don't go along with him to listen to music... I would love to, but I know that if I go into a bar I will drink. Even if I drink one or two beers and stop at that (not likely), I will know in my heart that I have ruined my sobriety, and the guilt will eat at me which will make me want to drink.

I've not been honest or very virtuous about a lot of things in my life, and it has brought me and my family much heartache. My sobriety is something I want to do with integrity and honesty. Sure, I could go back to my AA meetings next week and lie and say I didn't drink while I was away, but what would that accomplish? In my heart i would know it's a lie, and that's what AA is really all about - being honest with ourselves. If i don't remain honest in AA, then i feel i will have no chance at beating this addiction.

I'm talking in circles here, I know... I just feel deprived. My style of alcoholism is soooo insidious. Binge drinking one night a week (fridays) had me thinking that, "Yeah, I abused alcohol, but that I wasn't an alcoholic." It was as though I could fool myself by saying that real alcoholics drink almost every day - but when I did drink it was a very, very nasty scene. Mean and hurtful arguments with my hubby, some where i would punch him in the arm, accuse him of hating me, judging me, and trying to drive me crazy, threatening divorce, calling him names, destroying christmas trees and other items with sentimental value, falling down in public, driving drunk, blackouts, suicidal gestures, nights spent in situations any sane person would cringe at, and of course lies, lies, lies...

This sunday will be one month sober for me. I haven't gone this long without a drink in over 10 years. I am going to spend sunday night in prayer and then in an AA meeting, and receive my one month chip from some strangers in Chicago. I think it'll be a cool evening. Much more cool than listening to blues and drinking my sanity away...


©2008 Wassup

(via personal message)


You asked what made me/ whomever want to quit Drinking. Well, Sweetie, how about: finding out that I had contracted Hepatitus C, and having a biopsy of my liver that showed my liver was damaged to a stage between 2-3 (out of 4). Four, being cirrhosis, (an irreversable disease), than can lead to liver failure and the need for a liver transplant. A new liver may, or may not, become available before it's too late, and the person dies. People needing a liver transplant are put on a list, called UNOS. Most people who have made it to this list are already living in hopsitals, hooked up to life support systems. People who drink alcohol are not allowed to be on this list. You must have quit for at least a year before being considered for acceptance on this list.

So, MJ, If you combine all the information I just gave you with the fact that, my son and daughter-in-law are having a little girl, in July my choices wer this:

1. Keep drinking, (even just a little bit), further damage my liver, get cirrhosis, and wait for a liver, before dying................or

2. Quit drinking, which will help to heal my liver while I still can, and live long enough to see my grand daughter graduate from highschool or maybe even college. or,

3. There is no three!!! so, I chose 2. And that, sweetie, is my story and every word is true.

I hope that this will help you in some way. I knew two different guys under 50 yrs. old, who died from drinking every day. Both of them drank Vodka and beer.

God Bless you and keep you strong.Hugs, Ant B

©2008 melbatoast64

I have already made an appointment with an addictions specialist (pat on back :)) but I just wanted to share my story with you all. For the last three years since I was raped at gun point by two men, I have drunk uncontrollably to the point of black out. I had a few episodes where I had to be carried out of my boyfriend's family's functions. Very embarassing to say the least. I have driven home blacked out, and I have done some ridiculous things. Well, my boyfriend went away last week, and I drank two bottles of wine on an empty stomach. I blacked out for about the remainder of the night. The next morning I woke up and found bruises on my elbow, arms, legs, and head (I guess I fell) Then I saw big huge cuts all over my arms and a pair of scissors next to my bed. I was sick to my stomach. Then my neighbor came over because he was concerned with me. Why? Because I showed up at his house in a bath towel and barefoot screaming that I had lost my puppy. After hours of searching for her, we found her a few blocks over. Thank God she was okay. I am so disgusted with myself, and I want help so bad. I would like to think of myself as a good person. If anyone doesn't mind, can they share their "rock bottom" story that made them get help? Thanks.



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