Hello,
I have been lurking on this website since I stopped drinking almost exactly six months ago.
For the most part, I have not found the journey too much of a struggle. My life is so much better without alcohol, and I have not missed the anxiety and self loathing that usually followed a binge. However, as time has gone on, I have missed the escape from life and troublesome feelings that alcohol has always seemed to offer me.
I accepted quite early on in the process that I am an alcoholic and that I should never drink again, so why, six months down the line have I lost that certainty and fervour? Why do I find myself thinking more and more that it will be ok to allow alcohol back into my life? I find myself scouring websites for horror stories of people whose lives have been ruined by drinking to try to
scare myself into acceptance, but I just seem to be going backwards. If I wasn't such a stubborn person, I think I would have relapsed by now.
Any thoughts would be gratefully received.
Many thanks
SoberFreckles