I think I miss feeling wretched!
I think I miss feeling wretched!
Sounds a bit odd - but that's the conclusion I've come to.
I remember someone saying once that they felt sorry for non-drinkers because 'when they wake up in the morning, that's the best they're going to feel all day.'
I've been thinking about this lately when I've been listening to my AV witter on. (Which incidentally seems to be more of a pathetic whine now rather than incessant shouting - but I won't drop my guard just yet!)
Anyway, I absolutely beam with joy in the mornings of late when I stand out of bed and feel great - no guilt, no pain , no need to try and remember if I need to apologise to or avoid anyone, no need to wonder if I'll be able to do everything (or indeed, anything) I'm supposed to today...........
.......but....................
........there's still a but.
It dawned on me yesterday that although I no longer crave booze (which amazes me at such an early stage!) there's a slight pang of want in the back of my head for the nice warm buzz of the first few drinks.
I have to remind myself that in reality, when I was drinking, that nice fuzzy feeling only lasted the briefest of time before I went through the buzz and headlong into oblivion. In fact it's probably been years since I had the buzz at all, truth be told.
So maybe what I'm actually missing is the relief from feeling wretched - the pleasure was all illusion. I finally understand what Allen Carr meant after all these years since I first read his stop smoking book!
The buzz was replaced by a brief respite from withdrawal before rushing headlong into oblivion. So that would mean that up till recently I was either drunk or hungover with the briefest of time each day 'feeling'normal' during the first couple of drinks.
So in my case, the 'best I was going to feel all day' lasted less than an hour each day - now it lasts the full 24!
Sorry for the rambling post - but I find it helps
I remember someone saying once that they felt sorry for non-drinkers because 'when they wake up in the morning, that's the best they're going to feel all day.'
I've been thinking about this lately when I've been listening to my AV witter on. (Which incidentally seems to be more of a pathetic whine now rather than incessant shouting - but I won't drop my guard just yet!)
Anyway, I absolutely beam with joy in the mornings of late when I stand out of bed and feel great - no guilt, no pain , no need to try and remember if I need to apologise to or avoid anyone, no need to wonder if I'll be able to do everything (or indeed, anything) I'm supposed to today...........
.......but....................
........there's still a but.
It dawned on me yesterday that although I no longer crave booze (which amazes me at such an early stage!) there's a slight pang of want in the back of my head for the nice warm buzz of the first few drinks.
I have to remind myself that in reality, when I was drinking, that nice fuzzy feeling only lasted the briefest of time before I went through the buzz and headlong into oblivion. In fact it's probably been years since I had the buzz at all, truth be told.
So maybe what I'm actually missing is the relief from feeling wretched - the pleasure was all illusion. I finally understand what Allen Carr meant after all these years since I first read his stop smoking book!
The buzz was replaced by a brief respite from withdrawal before rushing headlong into oblivion. So that would mean that up till recently I was either drunk or hungover with the briefest of time each day 'feeling'normal' during the first couple of drinks.
So in my case, the 'best I was going to feel all day' lasted less than an hour each day - now it lasts the full 24!
Sorry for the rambling post - but I find it helps
Once, during one of my sober stints, I told my daughter that I loved drinking so much that I even missed being hungover.
Blech.
Good thing, though, is that now I do not miss it at all. Just love getting up on a Saturday morning with so much look look forward to, instead of looking back to the night before, full of regret for the things I remembered, and even more so for the things I didn't.
Blech.
Good thing, though, is that now I do not miss it at all. Just love getting up on a Saturday morning with so much look look forward to, instead of looking back to the night before, full of regret for the things I remembered, and even more so for the things I didn't.
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Grats on almost a month. 30ish days is when i typically relapse.
I agree. There is something comforting in feeling a familiar hangover that youve been having for years now. I would also agree that im a bit of a masochist and self destruct to prove to myself i dont care about anything.
I agree. There is something comforting in feeling a familiar hangover that youve been having for years now. I would also agree that im a bit of a masochist and self destruct to prove to myself i dont care about anything.
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