Support and Wisdom Required for this Thick Headed. TL;DR. My life is spiraling into a cacophony of humbuggery, general ill health and my staunch refusal to make any lasting change - with a side of cold but then warmed up perversion. I will be here all my life. Edit: I just tried to upload this again after six or seven times. Here I go again, because I need a place to let this out. And my friends are seeing me come undone, and it's not a pretty sight. ****. After a night of binging, I'll be unable to string sentences together. I'll text my friends with perfect English and grammar, but the content of the text I'm sending them is just nonsense. This is terrifying. I'm on the verge again, of losing my mind, in much more than just a ...mental... way.. I mean, as something intangible. It's not that I think I'm just jumbled up because I've put my mind through some gregariously heated. ludicrously brainless stunts. I fear I've gone and done some real damage. That's the flipping money maker. If he goes, we all go. I just wrote out a long get-this-off-my-chest type deal on the mobile page that didn't post, so I'll have to type it out all again. Well, I'm committing to at least doing that so that's gotta be worth something. I had three years, but threw it all away. It got progressively worse, and now whenever I go out to the bars, I end up smashed and high. I regret. I surmise. All that ********. But right now, I'm on the precipice of seeing my hard ass work come to a real fruition. I don't know, I've just worked a hell of a lot of time, put my best effort forth, suffered a shitload of panic attacks, a shitlod of lost time, and now it's starting to pay off. But the fork in the road is too close for that **** now. Right now I'm just coming off a day long bender. I can feel my heart pounding in my chest, my anxiety is making me shake, and my jaw is just beaten to crap. I just don't know what I had that was so great back then that made me laugh off any thoughts of drinking. I could walk by a liquor store, get a craving and then watch my brain and remark 'That's the dumbest idea you've had this week. You'll go ******* crazy if you do that.' And I do. I don't just have normal benders, but I guess we've all got our ******* crazy stories. I don't know. I just don't know how to get back to that spot where I felt like I ruled the world over my addiction. Now I'm so close to careening over that cliff again. The first time around, I was jailed for armed robbery, so while in prison and for a few years afterwards, the reeling sting was fresh in my mind. Those wounds have closed up, and I've even started to forget about them, or in the light that I used to think about them. I'm not a prison-type guy, so it was definitely the top most defining experience of my adulthood. I make dumb decisions. I drive. I drive fast as all hell. I just don't think **** through. And I've got more to lose now. After three years, I've built up a pretty damn successful career, so I don't have to near as far down the rabbit hole to begin losing all that I've gained. First and foremost is losing my sanity, though. My capability for rational thought. Not even rational thought. I have rational thoughts, but I just wave them on by like my conscience is the enemy. It's like when someone who goes into psychosis thinks that everyone is out to get them, like I did, and that they are smarter and more in control than the sane, right minded population trying to talk them down. The problem mostly started with having a few drinks once a month. Then of course, you know how it goes. My girlfriend, who lived with me - I just came home from work one day and all her stuff was gone with a note saying she needed time alone. I did that to so many women, and that's the first time that a woman has done that to me. Just chucked me into the garbage with no apparent thought of what I might think. I would've let her go - just not like that. I still miss her terribly after six months and wished I'd treated her differently. And better. And not said things and been more supportive. But I was callus and harsh and unforgiving at times. Not how my father would have brought me up. She was the only thing holding these frail knots together and once they came loose they ripped open the gates of hell. All the terror, anger, guilt, shame, and everything in between just burst forth like lava. I had no care anymore, and I still don't I guess. I musn't if I'm being the selfish ***** that stands before you. That disease lies in wait without vigilance. I'm a first hand account of that. Holy hell does it ever lie dormant in whatever conniving, troubled and emotional parts of my brain it could find. There are so many. It doesn't have to look long. ****. I'm just so done with this lifestyle. I can't do it anymore because the decision is quickly coming down to 'my life' or 'that'. I'm a pretty well-respected musician in my circle, so I often get asked to come and play. It's expected that we drink, have some pints and generally kick our shoes off to another hard week of work. Music is such a part of my very existence. The neck on a guitar is just an extension of my arms by this point, and giving it up would be so devastating. I need to work around that. Somehow. Maybe just not going out to bars for the first few months, and getting a support network together. I don't know. I just know that I can't, CAN'T, make these poor choices anymore. But lord love me, I still want to get all messed up. So I'm terrified. I'm terrified that when I die, it's going to be because of a fatal hangover. I'll die in a pool of my own syphilis (I dont have syphllis), and it will be uncomfortable. I want to die on my terms, not those that the snotty little self puke that runs my front lobes dictates. I'm scared to lose my job over my behavior.. And I work in marketing, so god damnit, I really need to be aware of the image that I am projecting to those around me. People get fired for not performing in activities outside of work, because in my line of work, it's a representation of the entire business. **** I've messed this all up. I'm terrified I'll lose my car, my job and everything that I've worked so hard to pull into place in the last three years. A man can do a lot of things in three years when he puts his mind to it. My typing skills are sort of coherent, so this is a good sign :P. I'm just all messed up and I need some friends who are in my corner. I was charged with armed robbery, and THAT'S what made it stick for that long. That and a quasi-spiritual experience that brought as close to the universe that I will ever be in my lifetime. I still remember that feeling right down to absolute freedom of spirit. **** it was utter bliss. Stone sober. But the armed robbery - I don't know how I've made it this far in my career without this stopping me even once (Honestly, I've always just fessed up to it and brought it out on the table, took responsibility). But those memories have faded over time. It was certainly, entirely and without a doubt the most defining experience of my adulthood. I'm not a jail-type. I prefer to walk away from fighting . Those little moments in there were what kept reminding me that this is where my life brought me. The mind can so easily forget about things that aren't convenient for it. - and I am a creature of convenience. I've got some real love to give, and I can't do it like this. I look inside and see a genuinely, good person down deep that my father instilled in me. I'm currently shitting all over that legacy and burying it in a shallow grave, right over top of my father's. Shite man. Father dead at 42. Uncle on the same side dead at 42. Both from heart disease and poor lifestyle choices. Another uncle was a drug addict. The other uncle who is his twin, I haven't a clue. But ****'s not boding well for me! Those combinations are like a nuclear bomb, carefully wrapped in an obsessively crafted, ****-You-Very-Much bow. Here ya go dad. Now you've something to remember me by, yea? I mean, c'mon, any rational human being would think, wow, I'm 33 already. I should probably start mitigating some of this damage. I haven't slept yet. And I doubt I will for a while, so I had to come to get some support. I don't have any. And it just plain sucks. I grew up a lot of my life around the recovery community, and it's all been cut out. So I guess I don't feel like I have anyone in my corner. |
Welcome TheSereneTheif and thanks for sharing some of your story :) I'm musician too - but I had to get real - was I in it for the music - or the party? Choosing the party like I did meant I lost my music career. Noone would hire me I was that unreliable. I walked away from it for a while, got my shizz together and then came back. I'm a far better musician for being sober, and a far better human being to boot. I was nearly 40 when I decided to turn things around,. I was drinking all day every day. That was over 8 years ago. If I can do it, you can too - SR helped me turn my life around - I know we can help you too :) |
Wow! What a ride that was TSF! I get it. What you said about those snotty little pukes in your frontal lobe. Yessirree, I got that for sure. I am so glad you are here. I hope you stay for awhile. You are among friends, and will get much support here. Try to take it easy on yourself. These first days are hard enough. If you have been around the "rooms", you know about "take it easy". Thank you for sharing your story here. Beth |
hi there, my staunch refusal to make any lasting change why is that? is your life, without lasting change, such a great one now? if it were, would you be here, posting all you did? good to see you here, putting your stuff out in writing and hopefully coming back. welcome to you. |
Originally Posted by WiseOwl
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Wow! I get it. What you said about those snotty little pukes in your frontal lobe. Yessirree, I got that for sure. Try to take it easy on yourself. These first days are hard enough. If you have been around the "rooms", you know about "take it easy". Thank you for sharing your story here. Beth |
Welcome to SR, SereneT! This is a great place to be. |
Originally Posted by Dee74
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Welcome TheSereneTheif and thanks for sharing some of your story :) I'm musician too - but I had to get real - was I in it for the music - or the party? If I can do it, you can too - SR helped me turn my life around - I know we can help you too :) God it's just so much easier to socialize and be happy with people once you have that alcoholic connection. It's quick and easy to achieve and it feels good. Like a true connection, even though it's at least faked some of the time. I think maybe I will stop the bars, but keep jamming with friends. I got a close of mine to agree that he'll help in keeping me away from beer . No pints anywhere. No one to carry my drunk ass home. I'm okay if I have someone or something to be accountable to. But it's once I get in those moments when the care goes out the window. And I get the whole 'If I can do it, you can.' Musicians are a bit of a reckless bunch, and I feel like it's one of the harder positions to be getting sober from in life. It's an inspiration to hear it from someone who really has a handle on it and can manage both sides of that coin effectively. |
Originally Posted by fini
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hi there, my staunch refusal to make any lasting change why is that? is your life, without lasting change, such a great one now? if it were, would you be here, posting all you did? good to see you here, putting your stuff out in writing and hopefully coming back. welcome to you. I no longer have that ambition. It's like it's been sucked out of me. But that's a personality trait that I haven't been exactly nurturing in a long, long time. That's all I want back. To know at my very core that this is murdering me. That's what I miss dearly. I felt untouchable with that knowledge burrowed in my brain for safe keeping. I am here. I am... tepidly here. I want to make this change. I am reaching out because although I still love to get messed up, I do know on some level that the subsequent years of abuse will take a toll on my mind that will lead to some truly horrific and wasted paths. To be a babbling moron on East Hastings, and have my mother watch me like that. I'm torn I guess. I know that I know that I need to change, but it's shallow and worrying. Thank you so much . |
Welcome to the Forum TheSereneTheif!! :wave: |
Glad you are here ST......just stick to some basics for awhile, not drinking & staying in the moment......at least that is what I am starting with again. |
hey ST, maybe i've seen you; Main and Hastings is only a few km's from where i live. you're in luck, though, if you're tepidly looking for help in "real" life. tons of meetings, all day and night pretty much, AA. also, Lifering, which is secular peer support. SMART meetings, too. much stuff at 3Bridges. Daytox. good to see you tepidly here. stick around. |
Originally Posted by fini
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hey ST, maybe i've seen you; Main and Hastings is only a few km's from where i live. you're in luck, though, if you're tepidly looking for help in "real" life. tons of meetings, all day and night pretty much, AA. also, Lifering, which is secular peer support. SMART meetings, too. much stuff at 3Bridges. Daytox. good to see you tepidly here. stick around. |
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