Sobriety day #4: It can't be that bad (withdrawal symptoms)
Once upon a beautiful blue Monday I decided to put a stop to my drinking spree. It wasn’t caused by any major event or a disastrous hangover, no, it was my clear decision that I’ve had enough for that moment and I wanted to better myself. I had recently gotten a dreamy office job, new apartment and lower stress levels than usual. Everything was going good.
The unlikely story of a recovering alcoholic?
Maybe I had grown tired of being a loser or perhaps I finally matured up and grew a sense of responsibility. Or maybe it was just my bipolar kicking in. Who knows, but surely it could only mean good, no?
The very day after I felt like a living corpse. Attention span of a 2-year old. Eyes more red and swollen than a hornet's nest. Body odor comparable to a sewer waste.
My 8-hour office work slaving felt like an eternity lost in a time travel. I didn’t think about drinking, no, but I only could think about somehow getting out of this horrible state. Eventually, the day ended and I headed home, only to notice I still had 4 beers left in the fridge. I was low on money and the weather was fairly sunny, which is uncommon around these parts, so it would’ve been the perfect mixture of events for a drink or two. The urge was there, the day had been a hell.
Urge and thirst so deep that I would've had even drank ethanol based cologne
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But I resisted. I threw it all away. I thought that the day had been bad, but the night was about to get much worse. Nightsweats and absolute incapability to fall asleep. I think I might’ve slept total 8 hours these 4 nights.
How’d it affect my work? Badly, couldn’t function at all.
How’d it affect my social life? Depressingly, I was just forced to ignore all my former friends. Just wanted to be left alone.
How’d I feel about the situation? Proud? No, plain miserable.
But at the end of the day, a decision had been made and I feel obligated to follow my decision. Surely things could only get better from now on.
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In another news I'm still continuing to write down my alcoholic memoirs(refer to my profile for previous pieces) and added a sobriety series into my repertoire.
Little did I know that going sober would result in me losing my job, friends and apartment (Coming next)
Looking forward to more buddy :)
Thanks for the support mate! I got a lot of cathing up to do. The last time i was around here we were both level 59. You've been growing!
I never stopped, that's for sure. Just don't have time to write like I used to now that I am back home.
Home must feel really sweet after all that time away. I'm glad you made it!
Thanks man. Where you living now?
Also a Bukowski fan, also quit drinking. I'm on 3 years now. It gets easier.
Thanks, appreciate it. Respect for your sobriety.
Nice job man. I'm on day 28 myself. Had gone 54 before but then decided to drink again for a couple weeks. I don't think it was worth it! Trying to hold strong and see where it takes me if I do at least 3 months... looking forward to reading more of your posts. Thanks!