Where was I?
Where was I?
In the throes of addiction and torment. Over the years, whether it was a running (as in marathon running) journal, personal reflection journal etc, the pages were riddled with lamenting over alcoholic ruin, hangovers, outbursts, regrets, how much I hated life, and all the details of life. Someday I should actually try to write it all in a more thorough manner. I'd like to forget it all, but then, what good would that do. There is a purpose in my life now that I have come out the other side, gotten off of the train, laid the bottle down. I've lost so much time to alcohol. I'm taking it back now, and I am so relieved that I am looking at it from the other side. I have never approached sobriety from this side. I always wanted it, but I didn't want to have to be an active participant. I am working on repairing my mind now...fortunately.
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Wow. I was kind of in despair. My therapist had just prescribed acampro - I was already prescribed Naltrexone - and I was looking up the side effects. When I did, SR popped up. Therapy, AA, meds, my family was threatening to leave me, yet I really didn't know how to quit. I "lurked" on here for 2 weeks. Then I made a post. - drank for a couple more days. Then I quit. 29 days today. Pretty sure SR saved my life.
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