Hey guys!
I'm a long time lurker, but joined the forums to give you guys some moral support!
Well, first of all, I guess a little background. I'm now a (nearly) 32 year old woman, and I was a full blown alcoholic for about 10 years until I finally came to my senses and stopped 3 years this ago this month. I started drinking shortly after my family rejected me after coming out as gay. (Long story, maybe one day I will get round to sharing it!) Towards the end of my 'booze life', I had taken to sneaking litre bottles of vodka into the house to stave off the shakes shortly after my partner went to work each day. I drank it neat, and although it would make me vomit (the first few sips of each bottle) I would gulp it down, and when it was gone - stagger around to the shop to buy more. I couldn't eat, and I certainly couldn't sleep, and every single waking moment was consumed with where my next drink was coming from. Towards the end - my partner thought I was ill - (we had a strict 'no booze' rule
after coming home countless times to find me drunk with me promising 'never again'.) and it was after a severe vomiting session and her helping me up to bed that she found a bottle of vodka hidden in my pillow case. (Stupid place to hide it, but heck - who thinks normally when they're drunk?) I had never seen her so mad - she didn't say a word, and went down to sit on her PC.
Looking back, that was the catalyst to making me better. The fear of losing my then partner - (we're now married after I straightened myself out!) spurred me on to really mean to give it up. The first few weeks were absolute hell on earth - constant vomiting, my eyeballs were yellowish, no sleep, shakes etc, and I tried AA, but, decided after 2 meetings it wasn't for me so I did it alone.
The first year I also had the biggest test - I lost my grandmother of whom I was very close - she took me in when my mother kicked me out. However, I stayed strong. To this day now, I don't regret giving it up. I look back and can see what a poison it is - alcohol pretends to be there for you, when in reality all it does is make things worse.
Sorry for chipping in - but if anyone ever wants to talk, I'm here.
