I'm finally admitting to myself I have a problem that is really scary. I've actually known it for a while but managed to convince myself I didn't because I still function fine (though admittedly not at the level I would otherwise). And my functioning has gotten worse. My memory is so bad now and it used to be amazing. I can't learn new things the same way anymore. My hands shake and I get panic attacks without the alcohol.
I've been so sneaky. Buying tiny bottles of things so I can stash them away. Saying "I don't need the receipt" when I buy it so there's no chance I'll leave it around at home.
I feel so ashamed and disgusted with myself. A few days ago I spent the day throwing up and drinking more between each time vomiting, just trying to get enough to make the anxiety go away. I've made drinks of things nobody should be drinking at all on many, many occasions. I drink every time I wake up at night and first thing in the morning when I'm in situations where nobody will notice my breath.
I don't drive drunk and always say I never would, but the truth is I haven't had to face that because I use public transit anyway.
It started when I was nineteen and started having drinks with liquor every night with my older partner. Over time I started drinking before any event that made me a little nervous. Then a couple years later I started drinking before heading to class, which was when I started to feel a little... guilty. Then I decided I needed to leave my abusive partner (same guy, and I did leave him) and that's really when I started drinking 24/7. I can't tell you how many public bathroom stalls I've guzzled down straight vodka or bottles of wine in within just minutes. Five minutes may seem like a while for someone to be in the bathroom but it's not a while for them to take to drink a bottle of wine.
I've managed to abstain for about a month at a time at most since then. Or if I'm on vacation with friends I can manage not to drink if nobody else is going out for drinks. But I always end up falling back into this horrible pattern. In fact, right at this very minute I want to go out and buy alcohol and drink it RIGHT NOW.
I'm crying because the idea of living life the way I'm living it terrifies me, but the idea of no more alcohol scares and saddens me too. It makes me feel like someone I love is going to die. But I think I've finally reached the point where the life WITH alcohol does scare me more.
I just can't believe I'm in my early twenties and already have an addiction.