| Same with me, Astro. My mom says that my dad used to give me beer on a teaspoon when I was a toddler because he liked to watch me stumble around. *shudder*
I grew up liking the taste of beer, so when I was old enough to drink, it was beer that I drank. As time wore on, it turned into a "If I was at home, I had a beer in my hands." This went on for many, many years. I hit bottom when I got a DWI in March of 2006. But even then, I didn't stop drinking because I was depressed and felt like the scum of the earth. My probation ended last July and since then, I drank from the minute I got home from work until I went to bed. On weekends, when I got up, I would drink one Coke or a glass of tea, then it was on to the beer. I drank steadily all day and never wanted to leave the house to do anything because it meant I'd have to put down my beer. The end came when, one night, I was sitting at my computer, drinking (of course) and chatting on the internet and visiting various boards I am a member of, and figured it was getting late and should probably get on to bed because I had work the next day. When I looked at my watch, instead of it being close to 11:00 PM like I thought, it was almost 3:00 am! Right then, I said...this is a bunch of ****! I'm sick of this. I'm getting help NOW! So, I immediately googled alcohol treatment centers in my area, called two of them and settled on one to check myself into. A friend got out of bed and drove across town at 5:00am to get me and took me to the rehab center. That was on April 11th. There's been no looking back since. |