by jimmernmi » Thu Jul 10, 2014 1:36 pm
My drinking history began very young, and for a long time it was a weekend, social type thing. Or an unwinding from work method.
Then I took a job in retail, worked up to management and things became high stress. That's when I really started to put the beer away. First it was a six pack every morning after working my midnight shift. Then it was a couple beers before my shift as well. Then, my days off could be an entire case or even 30 pack. Then I lost/ quit that job after being sent home for reeking of alcohol.
I kept up at the case per day pace until a fateful morning when I lost my sister (a recovering alcoholic) to a drunk driver that hit her head on, on the highway in November of 2006.
Because of that I decided to stop. I went to a doctor who put me on a medicine called Campral. I have no idea if it actually worked or if I just powered through because I wanted to stop so badly.
My last drink was December 23, 2006. Unfortunately this same doctorhad me on a pretty large prescription of xanax,and a growing depression put me in the hospital in June of 2007 for a suicidal plan that I almost carried out.
I had one slip in 2011, wherein I put down approximately 3 fifths in 36 hours. That also put me in the mental health ward, and the attending psychiatrist deemed my binge to be a suicide attempt.
I have been drink free ever since. I guess my point is, treatment and recovery isn't a straight line for most people. The desire to quit is paramount, and stopping won't really happen without it. I call myself a recovered alcoholic, and I know that goes against a lot of the 12step dogma. But honestly, I haven't craved it at all. I laugh when I have these tiny moments in front of the beer coolers at so many locations. Tiny moments where that little voice says go ahead, one won't hurt. Maybe in those brief encounters I really am a RECOVERING alcoholic.