Here I am, 1 year sober.
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Here I am, 1 year sober.
Well here I am, one year sober to the day from alcohol, benzos and weed. Things seem to be getting easier. I remember, like it was yesterday, going to detox a year ago. Thinking enough is enough. I somehow made it through the days there, and have kept sober since. It was scary. As a benzo addict and alcoholic, I was shaking like a leaf. I was hallucinating, having extreme panic, pretty much all the classic signs of withdrawal from benzos and booze.
I suppose it started when I was 16. I was at a party, and had about 3 beers to unwind. I guess I really loved the feeling of being drunk. Then, soon after, I started drinking fairly heavily every weekend. By the time I was 18, I was doing 12 beers every day of the week and smoking a lot of pot. By the time I was 19 I was drinking 26-30 ounces of whiskey a day and a few beers, still smoking a lot of pot.
Then I tried getting sober from the booze. I was prescribed valium for the first week of getting sober. For some reason, I guess I switched from one addiction to the other. I got "mildly" addicted to Xanax at first, 0.5 mg a day. I was still smoking a lot of pot, probably an eighth a day.
Over the next 2 years it was a constant battle between sobriety and being not sober. Usually I would take a lorazepam or 2 a day and smoke pot. I fell off the alcohol wagon I guess about 7 times in that period. It never got quite as bad as 30 ounces of whiskey a day again, but it was still daily and heavily.
I was finally sick of it. I knew I had to get completely, and 100% sober. So I moved up to my moms house about 7 hours drive away. I knew she would help me. She persuaded me to go to detox. I reluctantly agreed, knowing deep down I couldn't do this by myself.
I only spent about 9 days in detox. I was scared straight there though. There we're people who had been battling addiction for 30+ years, not 5 years like me. I didn't want to be like that. I didn't want to waste my life being in and out of detox throughout my life. It absolutely terrified me.
After getting out of detox, I stayed with my mom for a few months. Then I moved back down to my dads place. He's a recovering alcoholic too, and we give each other support. Also, he's in fairly frail condition, he's a type one diabetic and has suffered a major heart attack. He needs help with his life, just like I need it with mine.
So, here I am, picking up the pieces of my broken life. I never even finished high school. I suppose I have to do that, I guess I'll re-enroll in August.
I really thank my family for helping me, and I thank those at the detox I went to for helping me see the error of my ways.
Thank you for listening to my story. I hope I'll be sober this time next year.
I suppose it started when I was 16. I was at a party, and had about 3 beers to unwind. I guess I really loved the feeling of being drunk. Then, soon after, I started drinking fairly heavily every weekend. By the time I was 18, I was doing 12 beers every day of the week and smoking a lot of pot. By the time I was 19 I was drinking 26-30 ounces of whiskey a day and a few beers, still smoking a lot of pot.
Then I tried getting sober from the booze. I was prescribed valium for the first week of getting sober. For some reason, I guess I switched from one addiction to the other. I got "mildly" addicted to Xanax at first, 0.5 mg a day. I was still smoking a lot of pot, probably an eighth a day.
Over the next 2 years it was a constant battle between sobriety and being not sober. Usually I would take a lorazepam or 2 a day and smoke pot. I fell off the alcohol wagon I guess about 7 times in that period. It never got quite as bad as 30 ounces of whiskey a day again, but it was still daily and heavily.
I was finally sick of it. I knew I had to get completely, and 100% sober. So I moved up to my moms house about 7 hours drive away. I knew she would help me. She persuaded me to go to detox. I reluctantly agreed, knowing deep down I couldn't do this by myself.
I only spent about 9 days in detox. I was scared straight there though. There we're people who had been battling addiction for 30+ years, not 5 years like me. I didn't want to be like that. I didn't want to waste my life being in and out of detox throughout my life. It absolutely terrified me.
After getting out of detox, I stayed with my mom for a few months. Then I moved back down to my dads place. He's a recovering alcoholic too, and we give each other support. Also, he's in fairly frail condition, he's a type one diabetic and has suffered a major heart attack. He needs help with his life, just like I need it with mine.
So, here I am, picking up the pieces of my broken life. I never even finished high school. I suppose I have to do that, I guess I'll re-enroll in August.
I really thank my family for helping me, and I thank those at the detox I went to for helping me see the error of my ways.
Thank you for listening to my story. I hope I'll be sober this time next year.
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Originally Posted by zalfa 
So, here I am, picking up the pieces of my broken life. I never even finished high school. I suppose I have to do that, I guess I'll re-enroll in August.
congratulations on your One Year Sober
and
good luck with your desire for re-enrollment in school
two very large accomplishments
and
good luck with your desire for re-enrollment in school
two very large accomplishments
Nothing is impossible!
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Originally Posted by zalfa
Well here I am, one year sober to the day from alcohol, benzos and weed. Things seem to be getting easier. I remember, like it was yesterday, going to detox a year ago. Thinking enough is enough. I somehow made it through the days there, and have kept sober since. It was scary. As a benzo addict and alcoholic, I was shaking like a leaf. I was hallucinating, having extreme panic, pretty much all the classic signs of withdrawal from benzos and booze.
I suppose it started when I was 16. I was at a party, and had about 3 beers to unwind. I guess I really loved the feeling of being drunk. Then, soon after, I started drinking fairly heavily every weekend. By the time I was 18, I was doing 12 beers every day of the week and smoking a lot of pot. By the time I was 19 I was drinking 26-30 ounces of whiskey a day and a few beers, still smoking a lot of pot.
Then I tried getting sober from the booze. I was prescribed valium for the first week of getting sober. For some reason, I guess I switched from one addiction to the other. I got "mildly" addicted to Xanax at first, 0.5 mg a day. I was still smoking a lot of pot, probably an eighth a day.
Over the next 2 years it was a constant battle between sobriety and being not sober. Usually I would take a lorazepam or 2 a day and smoke pot. I fell off the alcohol wagon I guess about 7 times in that period. It never got quite as bad as 30 ounces of whiskey a day again, but it was still daily and heavily.
I was finally sick of it. I knew I had to get completely, and 100% sober. So I moved up to my moms house about 7 hours drive away. I knew she would help me. She persuaded me to go to detox. I reluctantly agreed, knowing deep down I couldn't do this by myself.
I only spent about 9 days in detox. I was scared straight there though. There we're people who had been battling addiction for 30+ years, not 5 years like me. I didn't want to be like that. I didn't want to waste my life being in and out of detox throughout my life. It absolutely terrified me.
After getting out of detox, I stayed with my mom for a few months. Then I moved back down to my dads place. He's a recovering alcoholic too, and we give each other support. Also, he's in fairly frail condition, he's a type one diabetic and has suffered a major heart attack. He needs help with his life, just like I need it with mine.
So, here I am, picking up the pieces of my broken life. I never even finished high school. I suppose I have to do that, I guess I'll re-enroll in August.
I really thank my family for helping me, and I thank those at the detox I went to for helping me see the error of my ways.
Thank you for listening to my story. I hope I'll be sober this time next year.
I suppose it started when I was 16. I was at a party, and had about 3 beers to unwind. I guess I really loved the feeling of being drunk. Then, soon after, I started drinking fairly heavily every weekend. By the time I was 18, I was doing 12 beers every day of the week and smoking a lot of pot. By the time I was 19 I was drinking 26-30 ounces of whiskey a day and a few beers, still smoking a lot of pot.
Then I tried getting sober from the booze. I was prescribed valium for the first week of getting sober. For some reason, I guess I switched from one addiction to the other. I got "mildly" addicted to Xanax at first, 0.5 mg a day. I was still smoking a lot of pot, probably an eighth a day.
Over the next 2 years it was a constant battle between sobriety and being not sober. Usually I would take a lorazepam or 2 a day and smoke pot. I fell off the alcohol wagon I guess about 7 times in that period. It never got quite as bad as 30 ounces of whiskey a day again, but it was still daily and heavily.
I was finally sick of it. I knew I had to get completely, and 100% sober. So I moved up to my moms house about 7 hours drive away. I knew she would help me. She persuaded me to go to detox. I reluctantly agreed, knowing deep down I couldn't do this by myself.
I only spent about 9 days in detox. I was scared straight there though. There we're people who had been battling addiction for 30+ years, not 5 years like me. I didn't want to be like that. I didn't want to waste my life being in and out of detox throughout my life. It absolutely terrified me.
After getting out of detox, I stayed with my mom for a few months. Then I moved back down to my dads place. He's a recovering alcoholic too, and we give each other support. Also, he's in fairly frail condition, he's a type one diabetic and has suffered a major heart attack. He needs help with his life, just like I need it with mine.
So, here I am, picking up the pieces of my broken life. I never even finished high school. I suppose I have to do that, I guess I'll re-enroll in August.
I really thank my family for helping me, and I thank those at the detox I went to for helping me see the error of my ways.
Thank you for listening to my story. I hope I'll be sober this time next year.
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