What made you get sober and stayed sober?
Was a series of bottoms for me and finally realized that things had spun out of control. I pushed the limits and the loaded gun clicked 4 times. Its only in hindsight that I am able to now see how bad things had gotten. I knew there were issues while I was in it but had no idea how bad.
As for the moment, I was actually not that drunk but found my wife in the arms of another with my two beautiful kids tucked in their beds and realized this was it, the 5th click of the hammer.
What has kept me sober - my children, sponsors, God, AA, and a friend I have met on SR.
As for the moment, I was actually not that drunk but found my wife in the arms of another with my two beautiful kids tucked in their beds and realized this was it, the 5th click of the hammer.
What has kept me sober - my children, sponsors, God, AA, and a friend I have met on SR.
What made me try to get sober: I found out 2 old friends had killed themselves, one an alcoholic. I realized "this is real -- it will be me too -- if I don't get help."
What's kept me sober: support from others. I couldn't have done it on my own.
What's kept me sober: support from others. I couldn't have done it on my own.
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After the tragic loss of my children (I mean through my alcoholism) I reunited with them after 20 years.
My last day of drinking I sent them very mean-spirited, vindictive, insulting e-mails about their mother. The next day I read their replies, and had to go back and re-read what I wrote.
Again, I felt I lost them...they weren't babies anymore...but grown-men.
All that shame and guilt piled back on...I felt sick and scared where I was at.
That episode over others like car wrecks and overdoses did it for me.
I was devastated.
Now I've been sober a good time but have been in recovery going on a few decades.
I
My last day of drinking I sent them very mean-spirited, vindictive, insulting e-mails about their mother. The next day I read their replies, and had to go back and re-read what I wrote.
Again, I felt I lost them...they weren't babies anymore...but grown-men.
All that shame and guilt piled back on...I felt sick and scared where I was at.
That episode over others like car wrecks and overdoses did it for me.
I was devastated.
Now I've been sober a good time but have been in recovery going on a few decades.
I
After taking a good look at all the pain the drinking has caused myself and others. I decided that the kind of life I want didn't involve it... I have a choice to be sober or be an out-of-control drunk. After watching my own mother die from alcoholism that choice was clear. I need to be sober if I want a chance at happiness or success in life.
Constant dehydration.
Zero sleep.
Panic attacks worsening.
Liver pain.
The look in my pet's eyes. Like they know I'm suffering.
Drunkorexia.
Splitting my head open on a mountain hike.
Where to stop?
Oh. And the final trip to hell and back five day withdrawal when I quit.
Not goin back. Trudging happily forward!
Zero sleep.
Panic attacks worsening.
Liver pain.
The look in my pet's eyes. Like they know I'm suffering.
Drunkorexia.
Splitting my head open on a mountain hike.
Where to stop?
Oh. And the final trip to hell and back five day withdrawal when I quit.
Not goin back. Trudging happily forward!
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