TheDeceased
Ex-Bluelighter
I drink as soon as I wake up until I fall asleep every day. If I don't, even for one day, I experience serious withdrawal symptoms. I become irritable and anxious, my heart rate goes through the roof - I am unable to focus on anything. I can now only function when I'm at least slightly drunk.
I realized I had a problem before it became a problem. I've never been able to stop drinking once I start. Even when I didn't drink very much, I was addicted. Alcohol and me is a terrible combination. I am a compulsive liar when I'm drunk. I get so drunk that I completely lose my grip on reality. Or I don't care. I say fucked up shit. Horribly offensive fucked up shit just for the sake of it.
I hate myself when I drink and I always drink. So I hate myself generally.
I woke up in a holding cell in a west Melbourne police station. I have numerous bruises and possibly a cracked rib. I can't remember five hours of last night.
I used to be amused by my antics, misguidedly proud of them. Even though I've always been aware that the drunk version of myself is a poor substitute for anyone, I've never gotten to a point where it ceases to be a joke. Until now.
I've always laughed at the idea of rehab or Alcoholics Anonymous. Denial requires it. But now, despite the Christian/God thing, I'm going to go. Rehab, which is a much better option really, is out of the question.
Are there any non-denominational support groups?
Hi. My name is Chris and I'm an alcoholic.
I realized I had a problem before it became a problem. I've never been able to stop drinking once I start. Even when I didn't drink very much, I was addicted. Alcohol and me is a terrible combination. I am a compulsive liar when I'm drunk. I get so drunk that I completely lose my grip on reality. Or I don't care. I say fucked up shit. Horribly offensive fucked up shit just for the sake of it.
I hate myself when I drink and I always drink. So I hate myself generally.
I woke up in a holding cell in a west Melbourne police station. I have numerous bruises and possibly a cracked rib. I can't remember five hours of last night.
I used to be amused by my antics, misguidedly proud of them. Even though I've always been aware that the drunk version of myself is a poor substitute for anyone, I've never gotten to a point where it ceases to be a joke. Until now.
I've always laughed at the idea of rehab or Alcoholics Anonymous. Denial requires it. But now, despite the Christian/God thing, I'm going to go. Rehab, which is a much better option really, is out of the question.
Are there any non-denominational support groups?

Hi. My name is Chris and I'm an alcoholic.