Can't stop drinking
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Hi. I've been drinking since I was 14. I'm now 39. For most of that time I've been a binge drinker. Often, like 2 or 3 times a month, drinking till I can't remember how I got home or what I was saying or doing. Now I drink most nights. Not loads every night but I do think about drinking most days and look forward to the next time I can get melted.
Recently it's been affecting my relationship. My girlfriend has warned me that my drinking could be the end of our relationship. I love her more than anything but still I can't stop drinking. Sometimes I lie about what I've drunk or I hide empty bottles from her. I've promised myself I'll cut down or I'll just have a couple instead of loads, but it never works.
I think it's now the time to stop all together but I'm not sure I can. I have a lot of good friends but socialising with them usually involves a night in the pub and I don't think I could do that without getting drunk.
I've also been trying to stop smoking for about 10 years and haven't really managed that either! I think I have an addictive personality and not sure what to try next.
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Misssy2 YLT
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I hope you are able to sustain at the reception.
That will bring your power back even stronger.
juanfo YLT
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Misssy2 juanfo
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Can you take Melatonin where you are? It not only helps sleep but also relaxes the mind.....it works well for me.
juanfo Misssy2
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juanfo YLT
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drpuneet95 YLT
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Then we will continue to next step,keep on drinking as you are but start condeming yourself after wards and start believing that you can leave it,were you drinking daily before 14 ,you were alive at that time too,many people who are not drinking daily are carrying on with life,just believe that it is possible to leave it.
sg1475 YLT
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YLT sg1475
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Things that helped me at the start were Jason Vale's 'kick the drink easily' book and a great blog by a New Zealand housewife trying to get sober. Just google 'Mrs D is going without'.
I'm a Scottish guy surrounded by friends, family and colleagues who see drink as a must-have accompaniment for every occasion or mood, birthdays = drink, weddings = drink, Christmas, New Year, Easter, baby's being born, christenings, funerals, stress, happiness, sadness, boredom, the sun being out! Everything is an excuse for a drink.
It takes a while but you can retrain your brain to realise it's just a useless crutch that actually adds nothing.
Sobriety really is so much better than drinking in almost every way. Never having a hangover is also excellent too! As is having more money, better skin, nails, hair, brighter eyes and less anxiety and depression. Seriously, if I can do it then anyone can. Good luck.
juanfo YLT
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sg1475 juanfo
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Maple YLT
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34 and don't see 44 available for me.
Thanks Maple
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cheri94608 YLT
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I get that you have a habit. A couple or 3 of actually that you have confessed to here. I have an eating habits so I do understand the hold they have.
I am married to an alcoholic for 11 years now. We've lived apart from each other more than together. My therapist says I'm optimistic. Not certain if it's because I've been married 5 times or because I've been with my present husband for so long.
Today I am sitting in my car outside of my home not wanting to go inside. It's lonely in there without him. I went out early this morning to return his phone that he left at my house Friday following an all too familiar game ( I say in gest) of Me: I know you've been drinking Him: no I have not Me: I can tell when you've been drinking Him: I've not drank anything and I'm proud of myself.
Ding, ding, ding I'm convinced.
2 days of fretting and I can't bare it any longer. I know where he is and he's not answering the phone. Has he died from alcohol poisoning? Has he aspirated on his own vomit? It crushes me, the sadness of him dying in a less than desirable motel where the depressed go to get away, all alone.
I don't want him to die but more than that I don't want him to die alone. It just seems so sad.
I knock, no answer, the door is unlocked. Afraid of what I may find I open the door anyway. There he lies sprawled over the bed. A partially eaten food tray, ano empty pack of cigarettes and an empty 1/2 gallon liquor bottle. He's alive. More coherent than I expected but pretty dazed and confused as to what I am doing there. My heart relaxes a bit knowing he is alive.
But as I sit out here in my car my heart aches horribly now as I sit here knowing I can't keep doing this.
If you have the " I would die for you" love for someone that is noble but if you truly love someone do what it takes to live for them.