Cliche alcoholic recovery moment
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Cliche alcoholic recovery moment
You know that plot device which is used in movies, TV series and novels ?
Where a recovering alcoholic finds a bottle of booze he'd stashed and forgotten about and is faced with a choice ?
Happened to me yesterday when I was tidying up...I almost laughed out loud at how corny the situation was. But now I know it really does happen in real life.
The bottle is now in the bin ( trash ) and I wasn't tempted to take a drink. I'm perfectly comfortable in pubs and being around drinkers, but this was the first time I have encountered booze in my home since I have been sober...it's definitely the last too.
Where a recovering alcoholic finds a bottle of booze he'd stashed and forgotten about and is faced with a choice ?
Happened to me yesterday when I was tidying up...I almost laughed out loud at how corny the situation was. But now I know it really does happen in real life.
The bottle is now in the bin ( trash ) and I wasn't tempted to take a drink. I'm perfectly comfortable in pubs and being around drinkers, but this was the first time I have encountered booze in my home since I have been sober...it's definitely the last too.
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I found a Gatorade bottle I'd stashed in the trunk of the car-- full of my backup vodka, the one I kept "just in case." Finding it was a symbol of not only my alcoholism, but all the secrets and lies I told--and the lengths I was willing to go to make sure I was never without a drink. Seeing it there, I felt a flash of terrible shame... which I will use to remind myself why I can't go back.
I dumped it out on the lawn and felt super-free afterwards.
Thanks for sharing your "just like the movies" moment... definitely rang true for me!
I dumped it out on the lawn and felt super-free afterwards.
Thanks for sharing your "just like the movies" moment... definitely rang true for me!
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I found a Gatorade bottle I'd stashed in the trunk of the car-- full of my backup vodka, the one I kept "just in case." Finding it was a symbol of not only my alcoholism, but all the secrets and lies I told--and the lengths I was willing to go to make sure I was never without a drink. Seeing it there, I felt a flash of terrible shame... which I will use to remind myself why I can't go back.
I dumped it out on the lawn and felt super-free afterwards.
Thanks for sharing your "just like the movies" moment... definitely rang true for me!
I dumped it out on the lawn and felt super-free afterwards.
Thanks for sharing your "just like the movies" moment... definitely rang true for me!
Anyway..thank you for the thread. I find what I need for today.
I found an almost-full bottle of vodka in my wardrobe while I was cleaning it out one day.
It made me laugh out loud, because I had no memory of putting it there.
I tried to imagine my thought process, "I'll put it up here, on the top shelf where I keep my winter hats and scarves because if someone innocently looks in my wardrobe, I'm the only one who can reach the top shelf. Goodness, I am SO INCREDIBLY CLEVER. Maybe I'll have another little sip before I hide it. ZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz".
Although I was so drunk I don't remember hiding the bottle, I'm pretty sure that's EXACTLY how it went down.
It made me laugh out loud, because I had no memory of putting it there.
I tried to imagine my thought process, "I'll put it up here, on the top shelf where I keep my winter hats and scarves because if someone innocently looks in my wardrobe, I'm the only one who can reach the top shelf. Goodness, I am SO INCREDIBLY CLEVER. Maybe I'll have another little sip before I hide it. ZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz".
Although I was so drunk I don't remember hiding the bottle, I'm pretty sure that's EXACTLY how it went down.
Never stashed anything still with booze in it, that would never happen with me lol. I did find a stash of empty pint vodka bottles in an empty acoustic guitar case, not really sure what my thoughts were on that one.
For me, this moment came shortly after I got home from treatment.
I reached in a drawer and stumbled across some Xanax I had stashed away.
It was like reaching in your sock drawer and pulling out a rattlesnake.
I flushed it down the toilet.
But it was certainly frightening.
I reached in a drawer and stumbled across some Xanax I had stashed away.
It was like reaching in your sock drawer and pulling out a rattlesnake.
I flushed it down the toilet.
But it was certainly frightening.
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