The topic of alcahol withdrawals is interesting since the way it is often used and stopped and such, you would expect some form of it to manifest now and then enough to make it a concern to the general public but until bluelight made me realise the rather obvious, i had never once hard about alcahol withdrawals besides possibly a few mentions of rehab patients etc. It could mean anything but with the general concept of withdrawals, it should be a common thing, even to the general uneducated public, like how benzo withdrawal sorta is, right? Or is it less harsh or less obvious?
Anyways, the biggest factor in my interest is the fact that a while back, a few years and before my BL and drug education i was self medicating a bottle of spirits an evening, purely to help with the obsessive ptsd reactions and bad related fears and anxiety.
It was drink or spend the night roaming the house and investigating every sound, real or otherwize. Fear, anxiety, ptsd, all fine and managable, but obsessive compulsions thrown in there is a fucking nightmare.
Anyways, i got meds and stopped the drinking on the same days due to uneducated fears on combing it with ssris and i never had any issues? Didnt know better then but now its stuck me as odd and something i should look into one day maybe. No benzos or stuff that can keep it at bay either and im sure ssris dont do this either.
But yeah, pretty much assume the opposite to anything i say or pretty much ignore any assumed intended recommendations or whatever, im not to be trusted right now, read on for further confirmation of this.
Yeah the rest can be ignored, an annoying side effect i tolerate, so sorry but posting this shit stops the voices and pain for a while, or read at risk of the abyss sensing an innocent vessel nearby.
What is possible is that it went mostly disregarded and irrelevant unless it was going to kill me sooner then the ptsd nightmare scheduled for the evening. If not then it was just some other helpful reminder why my later murder will be a blessed escape from this cruel hateful world.
Anyways, now i laugh at fear, like whats worse then your planned death daily for a long time, and anxiety is some distant memory of a human weakness, a form i have left beyind some time ago. Now i take meth and do fucked up shit all the time and never give a shit or get scared, its awesome. Well this isnt really true and im sure my fucked up tweaking brain wanted to make some profound point about how fear and anxiety is good and protects us in moderation but ive gone two days now with this fuckers ever present running commentary of profound shit in my brain, i cant take it much more. Its time to increase dosage drown that fucker out with the sounds of insanity banging on the windows. It senses weakness but ill fend him off or if not i wont give a shit, a win win. Farewell humans.
