alcohol addiction

Alcohol is a drug that affects a person’s mind, body and spirit. Although alcohol is a legal drug, becoming addicted to alcohol is a very common and problematic side effect. Alcohol addiction, also known as alcoholism has a few very distinct symptoms associated with it. For the alcohol addict as well as those who are involved with him/her, understanding addiction is the initial step in learning how to get help. Alcohol addiction consists of four main components defined by the National Institute on Alcohol Abuse and Alcoholism. The major signs are: cravings, a loss of control, a physical dependence on alcohol and an increase in tolerance.

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craiglibertine wrote:Alcohol is a drug that affects a person’s mind, body and spirit. Although alcohol is a legal drug, becoming addicted to alcohol is a very common and problematic side effect. Alcohol addiction, also known as alcoholism has a few very distinct symptoms associated with it. For the alcohol addict as well as those who are involved with him/her, understanding addiction is the initial step in learning how to get help. Alcohol addiction consists of four main components defined by the National Institute on Alcohol Abuse and Alcoholism. The major signs are: cravings, a loss of control, a physical dependence on alcohol and an increase in tolerance.

more info at http://www.drugrehabaddiction.com

alcohol is a very serious drug. i have a lot of problem with alcohol and stuff like that. that is why i came to these forums to see if i could get any advice or support on dealing with my problems. sometimes i get so drunk that i pass out and then i do not see the light of day again for over 30 hours. sometimes i go to a bar and completely forget what i did at that bar when i leave because i drank so much booze. i have my own personal bar in my basement and every night i open it up to take some sips from my huge collection of beer and wine from around the world. i also have tequilla and whisky and rum in my basement. i am excellent at mixing drinks and i have a part time job at a bartender in minneapolis. sometimes when i am on the job i stick my head under the beer faucet and suck in the booze for 3 minutes straight until i pass out. i have almost been fired numerous times because of my on job antics. some of the customers think that it is funny and entertaining but my supervisors certainly do not enjoy it. they have to call another tender in when i do this because they need somebody to sell the booze at the bar. one time i took 23 shots of tequilla and passed out under the table for 29 hours. i woke up the next night at 3 in the morning and i was just lying on the floor. the bartender smiled at me and asked me to move on account of him trying to sweep up the floor with his mop and soapy water. the bar was copmletely empty except for us two. i have been subject to many awkward situations like that over the years on account of my booze. sometimes i get so depressed that i have to go out to a local bar to drink some serious booze, and sometimes i am so happy that i have a yen to go out to my favorite bar to get drunk and eat a bucket of chicken wings. chicken wings are my favorite food to eat when i am drunk and i am sure that i have eaten thousands of wings in my life and they are all very delicious. i know a lot of bartenders and i am sure that almost all of the keeps in the minneapolis area know me by my first name because i visit a lot of different bars to check out the atmosphere and all of the bartenders remember me because i am one of their best customers. sometimes i like to go to timberwolves games whilst i am drunk. i remember one snowy and cold night in minneapolis last november like it was yesterday. i was walking drunk through the snowy streets of minneapolis. i could hardly walk straight. i was bored and i was looking for something to do. it was very cold that night and i wanted to go inside somewhere. there were blue christmas lights up on all of the trees and there were people out buying christmas presents for their families. i noticed a large crowd of people walking torward the target center. i followed them to see what was happening at the target center and when i get in sight of the target center i read that the minnesota timberwolves were playing kobe bryant and the los angeles lakers that night. i decided that it was something that might be kind of fun so i bought some tickets at the door (the ten dollar ones up in the nose-bleeders section) and i entered the arena. my seats were directly behind the basket up on the upper level. i seen kobe and kevin garnett warming up in their warm up jerseys down on the court. marko jaric and wally szczerbiak were down there as well. wally szczerbiak was down there on account of the big celtics-wolves trade not happening until late february. trenton hassell was staring for the wolves that night as well. i barely knew what was going on because i was so drunk i could hardly see straight. i stumbled to the concession stand and bought some "wolves wings" and some popcorn and some more beer. the seats up on the upper level did not please me much, so i snuck down into the lower level. i was sitting in a corner high up on the first level, but my view of the game was much better than up on the second level. luckily i picked out a seat that nobody was sitting in that night. the pa announcer did the starting introductions and then it was game time. it was a highly entertaining game. kobe bryant played some excellent basketball, bu the timberwolves were able to fight though it and win the game. kobe ended up with 35 points as i recall, which ended up being his average at the end of the season. at halftime i went to the snack shacks to buy some more grub and some more booze and went back to my seats to enjoy the second half of an nba basketball game. i enjoyed the timberwolves game and i was very pleased with my selection as i walked out of the target center. i stumbled through the dark and cold streets of minneapolis for a little while longer until i came upon a peculiar sight. what i saw as i rounded a corner was a basketball court in between three buildings. the wind was blocked out on account of the buildings being there. the basketball court was lit with bright flood lights and the entire court glittered like a jewel in the snowy dark streets of minneapolis. there were some black people out there on the court playing some hoops, and there were some white people watching on the sideline cooking steaks on grills. some hobos were sitting at one side of the court. they had taken some garbage cans and lit fires inside of them to get some heat. they were cooking hot dogs over the garbage can fires and they were drinking beer. "quite a sweet little hook up here i see", i said to the hobos. "hell yeah dawg", replied a black basketball player. "hot dogs for ye?", asked the hobo. "hell partner hook me up with on of 'em dogs for ma". the hobo cooked me up a hot dog and a cup of hot chocolate and put it on a plate for me. i watched the basketball game for a while from the sideline. then i got up and ran and jumped up on the hoop and grabbed onto the rim and tore the rim clear off of the hoop. the black people turned around and saw me hit the ground with the basketball rim in my hand. "hey ya what the ###$ you think yo doin' whiteboy!?", yelled one of the black guys. and with that they pulled out their handguns and started taking shots at me. i recognized by the sound of the guns they were shooting .44 magnums. i tore off into the night at an amazing speed. luckily, none of the bullets so much as scraped me and i escaped without getting hit. i heard the hobos calling out "get our here little punk we dont want you whiteboys round here if ye be jackin our basketball rims". i ran back to the target center where there were still people exiting the arena from the timberwolves laker game. they looked at me with confused looks as i came trudging through the snow with a basketball rim. i wanted to see if any of them would buy this basketball rim off me for some extra money for some booze or wolves tickets. i managed to sell the rim to a black guy for 30 dollars who said that he wanted to wear it as a chain. with my thirty dollars i bought some more timberwolves tickets for the coming two weeks and some booze for the night. i went back to my studio apartment and put some christmas music on and watched "a christmas story" on my brand new vcr. i set up my christmas tree and put some christmas lights and ornaments on it. then i fed my dog and my cat and my lizard and my bird. then i feel asleep on my new couch watching "a christmas story".

i guess ur right drinking is among the badest habit that a human can have this habit make my lif worst in the past since i heard about the sonic therapy.This thearapy helps alot to and now i m feeling much better.