Hang in there, carlingford, you're gonna make it!
I had days when it felt like an axe was sunk into the back of my neck, my hands were so shaky I couldn't write my name, I couldn't think my way out of a paper bag, and I couldn't remember anything. I had stretches lasting a week or more in which I couldn't sleep more than a couple of hours a night.
By 90 days I was noticing a significant improvement overall. By a year, I was having more good days than bad ones. By 2 or 3 years, it was pretty much faded entirely into the background noise.
Ultimately, it's a binary solution: don't drink, and things WILL get better -- you just may not get to choose the timetable to your liking. Drink, and things WILL get worse.
Keep up the good work!
