So I have struggled a bit with drinking a lot the last four years or so.
My father, grandfather, and sister were alcoholics, and my sister FINALLY beat it a couple years ago (she is 42 now). I was HARDCORE Straight Edge due to my family history until I was 21 (2007) when I bought a six pack to celebrate.
I only drank socially after that until early 2020 when I hated my job at the time so much, I ldrank on my breaks, and every night before bed.
It literally became a habit, to the point that even when I didn't crave booze, I still needed a drink to pair with a cigar. RC Cola, Sunkist, and Squirt made great substitutes for awhile, but I would still always find my way back to a bottle of whiskey to pair with my nightcap cigar every other day or so.
So a couple weeks ago, I FINALLY made the decision to quit drinking almost every night. I had made strides in the past couple years, but would always seems to "relapse" roughly once a week and down nearly a whole bottle.
These are the Texts I sent to one of my best friends who is a former, major alcoholic this past Sunday:
"So I have a plan to quit drinking everyday, and it's already paying off.
Very slowly detoxing myself, with one less drink a night. Tonight will be 7 drinks, tomorrow 6, then 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.
I restarted this this past week after I relapsed HARD the night of the election and downed an entire bottle in despair.
Anyway, since Thursday alone (which was 12 drinks), my body is responding well, and I'm sleeping better, and waking up feeling fine as my body is adjusting nicely the the gradual decrease in alcohol.
If you're curious, I supposedly downed an entire bottle last Tuesday (I swore I went to bed with 1/3 left, but I couldn't find the bottle the next day, so I'm just assuming I downed the whole thing. That's 16 drinks).
Wednesday was 14 drinks. Thursday was 12, Friday was 9 or 10, and last night was 8. I wish I could go cold turkey (I have craved a drink maybe once in the past week), and I really want to, but I don't want to die. Hahahaha.
But this slow process is working, and I already am feeling much better."
When I say "I don't want to die" it's because I had a couple brief seizures my first night in my new house.
This is another text I sent the same friend on October 1:
"So I had my first seizure last night.
I was laying on my side half asleep, and then my body just started flopping around like I was coughing really heavily, but not coughing. You know what I mean?
It lasted for about 5 - 10 seconds, then happened again about 30 seconds later.
I was like "What just happened? I think I just had a seizure?!"
I'm not surprised though, I essentially went straight cold turkey last night."
Anyway, it feels good to let this out there to you all whom I feel I can trust, and I am curious about other stories (if you are comfortable sharing) that helped beat the habit.
Again, the slow process of one less drink a night has been working great for me as I slowly detox myself.
What worked for you?
I love you all.
My dad was an occasional alcoholic. By that, I mean he didn't drink every night, didn't drink even every week or even every month. But when he did drink, he drank all day starting before noon sometimes and wouldn't (couldn't?) quit until he was literally falling down drunk.
He didn't drive, so he would walk the six or so blocks it took to get to the closest bar. There were a couple of nights I watched him from my bedroom window coming home after the bars closed, staggering wildly and even falling down in the middle of the road. He could never just have one beer (that was his choice of drink). If he had one, he had to keep going until he was falling down drunk.
It grew worse when he took up the game of golf, in his late 40s, early 50s, which he grew to love. I suspected he loved it as much for the beer as he did for the golf, because he would go every weekend. My mom would have to drive him there and back. So now instead of the occasional alcoholic, he drank every weekend. He couldn't drink to falling down status, however, because mom would go pick him up in time for supper.
So I have alcoholism in my family and it came close to biting me in the butt too. In fact, it may have, but I seem to be different somehow.
When I was in my late 20s, early 30s, I started drinking more heavily. I would drink four and five times a week heavily. My job at the time, we had deadlines for work on Wednesday and once that work was done, which it always was at about noon, we were free to leave. On top of that, Thursday was always a slow day, which made Wednesday seem like just another weekend. So I started drinking on Wednesdays and some days even Thursday evenings. It was like a five-day weekend, almost, and I'd be drunk every night. It was that way for nearly two years. I also drank very heavily in college before that.
It got really bad, but then I got married. I could no longer afford to drink that often. Then I had kids and really couldn't afford to drink that often. My wife, however, thought differently and wanted to continue to be the party girl. So we'd go out occasionally, but not to the extent that we used to, which didn't sit well with her, which was part of the reason we were divorced.
Then one day, I just quit. There was no big "ah ha" moment, no hitting rock bottom situation. I can't even say it was a conscious decision. I just lost interest in it and didn't even recognize that I had lost interest for quite a while. I just stopped going to bars. Part of it may have had to do with growing older and dreading crowded bars with too loud music where you couldn't hear what anyone was saying, part of it may have been growing tired of feeling bad the next day.
The reason I think I may be a different kind of alcoholic is because I can still have a drink now and then with my supper if I go out to a restaurant. But it's only one, never any more than that and not even every time I go out to dinner. I can't remember the last time I even had a drink at a restaurant, but it's been over a year. I have a bottle of bourbon that I bought five years ago that is still three quarters full.
So was I an alcoholic? If I wasn't, I was sure headed that way. But I'll never go back to drinking heavily, even on a special occasion because I like the way I feel when I wake up in the mornings now.