A Plea for Recovery
A Plea for Recovery
I know how you feel. Anxious, thirsty, nauseated, shaky, tired and. . . thinking that you will soon feel better enough to have another one. To calm your body’s deep craving for a drink it fears it will never feel again. You force yourself through a daily routine that you have accepted as normal. But normal it isn’t, my friend. Maybe you puke a bit today – no big deal because strangely it makes you feel better for a few moments until the pounding in your head starts and you feel the burn of your vomit in the back of your throat. Maybe some Rolaids to calm the indigestion. And let’s not forget the loose bowels. And the stench of rotting booze oozing through the skin – released into the world to assault everyone near you.
You tell yourself you might have a drinking problem – but don’t let anyone else know. It’s your secret only. And is kept as sacrosanct as the bottles of booze you’ve stashed all over the house.
Now you feel the anxiety And guilt And regret because you still can’t recall everything you did last night. Just waiting to hear those words again from somebody about something you did. Until then – the silence eats another hole in your soul. You continue thinking that it’s probably time to put the booze down, but not today, of course. Defer the act until TOMORROW – which elusively (and conveniently) never arrives.
The vicious cycle – the crazy train – call it what you will; it will NEVER stop until YOU stop it.
I hope this message resonates with at least one person in the world. You can stop the madness, but you have to do it NOW. Today. This minute. Make a plan and get well.
You tell yourself you might have a drinking problem – but don’t let anyone else know. It’s your secret only. And is kept as sacrosanct as the bottles of booze you’ve stashed all over the house.
Now you feel the anxiety And guilt And regret because you still can’t recall everything you did last night. Just waiting to hear those words again from somebody about something you did. Until then – the silence eats another hole in your soul. You continue thinking that it’s probably time to put the booze down, but not today, of course. Defer the act until TOMORROW – which elusively (and conveniently) never arrives.
The vicious cycle – the crazy train – call it what you will; it will NEVER stop until YOU stop it.
I hope this message resonates with at least one person in the world. You can stop the madness, but you have to do it NOW. Today. This minute. Make a plan and get well.
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