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Thank you everyone. I really appreciate the advice - and the stories some of you shared on this particular thread as well.
I definitely know what it is that I need to do. So here goes nothing...
I know sobriety is better then continuing to spiral down into this black hole of alcoholism.
I have so much that I can do and reach for...strive for...if alcohol wasn't involved. So it must go.
I see that some people have sent me a PM. Bare with me, I have to post 5 times before responding, but wanted to let you know that I did see them and I am doing OK and thank YOU! I will definitely be reading through these threads for the next few days of my final long weekend in the Summer.
No sense in setting a quit date - it starts now, right?
I definitely know what it is that I need to do. So here goes nothing...
I know sobriety is better then continuing to spiral down into this black hole of alcoholism.
I have so much that I can do and reach for...strive for...if alcohol wasn't involved. So it must go.
I see that some people have sent me a PM. Bare with me, I have to post 5 times before responding, but wanted to let you know that I did see them and I am doing OK and thank YOU! I will definitely be reading through these threads for the next few days of my final long weekend in the Summer.
No sense in setting a quit date - it starts now, right?
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Join Date: Jul 2015
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I woke up this morning feeling fine....but knowing there were two beers left in the fridge from a few days ago. I am unsure what compelled me to drink one before 8am (alcoholism?) or was it just a damn compulsion? I cracked open the second one and took a sip. Wtf am I doing?
I ended up pouring it down the drain. All the last bits of alcohol in my house. Was more anxiety-inducing then anything. Sometimes I really feel like I'm in a trance when dealing with this beast. But I could hear every fibre of my being screaming for me to not pour the rest out. Except my heart. My heart was pretty content.
Sigh.
Here we go.
I ended up pouring it down the drain. All the last bits of alcohol in my house. Was more anxiety-inducing then anything. Sometimes I really feel like I'm in a trance when dealing with this beast. But I could hear every fibre of my being screaming for me to not pour the rest out. Except my heart. My heart was pretty content.
Sigh.
Here we go.
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