Originally Posted by
ScottFromWI 
I can vividly remember trying to drink my first beer of the day and vomiting it right back up on days when I was unusually hungover/having bad withdrawals. I'd usually do it outside near the woods so no one noticed. I remember gagging when I lifted the can to my mouth just from the smell but knowing that I had to drink it.
That was me, usually with vodka but instead of being outside, I'd lock the door to the bathroom and grip the sink so hard my hands would ache later. I absolutely
hate throwing up so I would fight it with all my strength. Usually after a couple really intense waves of nausea would subside, I would manage to get enough down to feel like I could "manage." This was a daily routine, often multiple times/day, with some worse than others. Just not drinking was no longer an alternative, not without some help.