We all need a break to have fun and to relax. But when we find ourselves needing a few sips constantly so we can have fun, and then require a glass to relax, this might be a good sign to cut it back. Few examples in the link for the concerned few:
My mother was a severe alcoholic and I didn’t portray any of her old symptoms. I wasn’t worried about my next drink, I didn’t plan around alcohol. I was pretty much ok. However, as soon as that alcohol hit my lips, I couldn’t stop myself. There was no off switch. I guess I wanted to make sure I wasn’t going to get ‘sober’. It’s so hard to explain the feeling of not wanting to stop the drink flow (especially since I’m sober atm). It got to a point where I passed out at a bar.
I remember laying on the sticky floor, covered in vomit. I remember random strangers just touching me, trying to prop my head up, turning me over, and using their jackets to clean or lay under me. I’m unsure what they were for. I just laid there passing in and out. I couldn’t move my body. I could barely see or hear. Friends kept shaking me so I would wake up. The ambulance came and told everyone I was overdosing. (I was told this later) The scariest feeling is the uncertainty of life or death. The last time I woke up at the bar, I screamed out I wanted my mom. I wanted to go home. I thought that I wouldn’t wake up again. I blacked out while listening to my friends screaming my name, shaking me.
Next thing I know, I wake up in the hospital at 1pm with Lance (my 2 yr bf) sitting from across the bed, just looking at me. I didn’t remember crap that day. He had told me everything that happened, that police came and told everyone I was overdosing on drugs, that they had seen this before. This thought makes me so mad. I didn’t want people thinking I was a heavy duty drug user, let alone any kind of drug user. But I had put my self in that situation, and I was ok now. Thank, GOD.
Not eating or drinking much all day, was a big factor in my alcohol poisoning that night. (plus my inability to stop drinking played a huge part) I have heard people say I’m an alcoholic, but I don’t refer to myself as such. (I guess to save myself from explaining) I definitely do have a drinking problem, don’t get me wrong. But that’s all I call it, my “drinking problem”. I can say ‘no’ and I don’t have that constant or everyday urge to drink. But when I do get that 2nd drink in me, I will drink until who knows when. I think I don’t like using the alcoholic word on myself because others can get confused on the term, sometimes even starting arguments. Plenty of people from both sides of the fence say I’m an alcoholic, or that I’m not. (by definition) But I don’t care. As long as I’m alive and taking care of myself, I am all good.