As I'm approaching my 6th year of sobriety, I wanted to make this thread in case anyone out there's been struggling with addiction after how tough these last few years have been. If you are struggling, you can only make the change if you really want to. Don't be afraid to ask for help because a lot of us couldn't have done it on our own.
I hope a pitbull rips your throat out
cheers to that
Just to share some of my story
I got to the point that I was averaging over 20 drinks a night. I was friends with all the bartenders in town and they'd always hook it up. So every day after work I'd stop at the bar, get about 5-8 beers, 4+ shots, and then pick up a 12 pack on the way home. People would tell me they could never tell that I've been drinking even late in the night. But my body was revolting against me, and I knew if I kept drinking I'd die an early death but it didn't matter to me. What's the point of being healthy if you're not enjoying life? And even when I had a moment of clarity telling me not to drink for the day, on the 30 minute commute home I'd always convince myself to just stop for a couple drinks, which always turned to 20+ cuz once I started I wouldn't stop til I passed out.
I had family and pleading for me to stop, but I just didn't want to. Had a co-worker have a heart to heart with me because he said I reminded him of someone who drank himself to death.
After years of this, it started to affect my work. I basically got away with a lot of stuff because I was well liked and was very good at my job, but truth be told if I wasn't as high a performer at work I would've been fired. I should've been. I should've been dead or in jail tbh for the s*** that I did.
But it didn't matter because I didn't value myself. It wasn't until I saw my actions affecting others that I snapped out of it. I stopped at the bar on the way home, and left my roommates dog in the kennel. We're watching the world series, it goes to extra innings, and I of course stay way later than I told myself I was going to. And I get home, and see the dog whimpering in the kennel, and I just broke down... and just reached out to my friends and was completely honest with them about my struggles. I'd be dead if it weren't for them
tldr alcohol bad if you can't moderate
Gonna go drink alcohol just to say f*** u
I don't care about you
Shoutout @op and anyone going through addiction, I hope you make it through safely.
I hope you relapse
Won't be the last thing you hope for that won't happen
@OP congrats on 6 years that’s awesome
Gonna go drink alcohol just to say f*** u
u probably going thru alcohol withdrawal and it made u feel like angryposting
I tried the whole sobriety thing but it wasn't as fun and I felt like i was depriving myself. D****, alcohol, s***etc does bring chaos but you have to learn to control that chaos. Walk the fine line between controlled and crazy
Just to share some of my story
I got to the point that I was averaging over 20 drinks a night. I was friends with all the bartenders in town and they'd always hook it up. So every day after work I'd stop at the bar, get about 5-8 beers, 4+ shots, and then pick up a 12 pack on the way home. People would tell me they could never tell that I've been drinking even late in the night. But my body was revolting against me, and I knew if I kept drinking I'd die an early death but it didn't matter to me. What's the point of being healthy if you're not enjoying life? And even when I had a moment of clarity telling me not to drink for the day, on the 30 minute commute home I'd always convince myself to just stop for a couple drinks, which always turned to 20+ cuz once I started I wouldn't stop til I passed out.
I had family and pleading for me to stop, but I just didn't want to. Had a co-worker have a heart to heart with me because he said I reminded him of someone who drank himself to death.
After years of this, it started to affect my work. I basically got away with a lot of stuff because I was well liked and was very good at my job, but truth be told if I wasn't as high a performer at work I would've been fired. I should've been. I should've been dead or in jail tbh for the s*** that I did.
But it didn't matter because I didn't value myself. It wasn't until I saw my actions affecting others that I snapped out of it. I stopped at the bar on the way home, and left my roommates dog in the kennel. We're watching the world series, it goes to extra innings, and I of course stay way later than I told myself I was going to. And I get home, and see the dog whimpering in the kennel, and I just broke down... and just reached out to my friends and was completely honest with them about my struggles. I'd be dead if it weren't for them
tldr alcohol bad if you can't moderate
Thank you for sharing your story, brother. Blessings to you 🙏
Just to share some of my story
I got to the point that I was averaging over 20 drinks a night. I was friends with all the bartenders in town and they'd always hook it up. So every day after work I'd stop at the bar, get about 5-8 beers, 4+ shots, and then pick up a 12 pack on the way home. People would tell me they could never tell that I've been drinking even late in the night. But my body was revolting against me, and I knew if I kept drinking I'd die an early death but it didn't matter to me. What's the point of being healthy if you're not enjoying life? And even when I had a moment of clarity telling me not to drink for the day, on the 30 minute commute home I'd always convince myself to just stop for a couple drinks, which always turned to 20+ cuz once I started I wouldn't stop til I passed out.
I had family and pleading for me to stop, but I just didn't want to. Had a co-worker have a heart to heart with me because he said I reminded him of someone who drank himself to death.
After years of this, it started to affect my work. I basically got away with a lot of stuff because I was well liked and was very good at my job, but truth be told if I wasn't as high a performer at work I would've been fired. I should've been. I should've been dead or in jail tbh for the s*** that I did.
But it didn't matter because I didn't value myself. It wasn't until I saw my actions affecting others that I snapped out of it. I stopped at the bar on the way home, and left my roommates dog in the kennel. We're watching the world series, it goes to extra innings, and I of course stay way later than I told myself I was going to. And I get home, and see the dog whimpering in the kennel, and I just broke down... and just reached out to my friends and was completely honest with them about my struggles. I'd be dead if it weren't for them
tldr alcohol bad if you can't moderate
More life, more blessings.
Gonna go drink alcohol just to say f*** u
nah this is wild , wtf wrong with you bro?
I tried the whole sobriety thing but it wasn't as fun and I felt like i was depriving myself. D****, alcohol, s***etc does bring chaos but you have to learn to control that chaos. Walk the fine line between controlled and crazy
I still smoke weed although i'm on a tolerance break right now, I just don't drink. I've learned enough about myself that I just can't handle moderation, so I just stay away from s*** that's addictive. Won't even tough sports gambling because I know what can happen if I open that box.