Hi Frankie
My drinking was littered with blackouts, not exactly frequent but often enough. It's not like I could pinpoint how or why they happened, it was like spinning a roulette wheel every time I picked up a drink. And when they did happen it was usually bad, sometimes very bad. My wife would say it was like someone had flicked a switch and my eyes would take on a vacant stare, by which time there was no getting through to me. Sometimes I would come to wandering the streets in the middle of the night, no idea of where I was or how I got there. Blackouts were one of the biggest motivators for me to quit, in truth they terrify me.
We never need fear them again in recovery. Congstulations on making it two weeks, the first month is tough but you're half way there.
