Hmm, so I have browsed this forum for a few years on and off and finally decided that I would register and make a post (naturally in the alcoholic thread

). The reasoning, I suppose, is that I have a bit to get off my chest and seemingly no one in "reality" to talk about it with, at least without feeling like a completely self-indulgent weakling heh...
Anyways, I have read most of this thread and can relate to a lot of what people talk about in relation to alcohol used as a, albeit temporary, escape from anxiety/depression.
My foray into daily drinking, unlike most people it seems, truly began at the age of 21 when it suddenly became an easy, cheap method of relaxation and repression. It should also be noted that my family has a history of alcoholism and mental illness (whose family doesnt nowadays

), and this sort of put the FEAR of ALCOHOL into me at a young age, as my mother and grandparents are all recovered/recovering alcoholics. Well, needless to say, I eventually expelled this fear and dove in head first after my first few six-packs drinking alone. Prior to this I had been diagnosed with anxiety disorder, social phobia, bi polar type II, depression...well you name it and I've "had" it according to doctors, and have been on a thorough regimen of drugs, of which now I am only currently taking klonopin.
This is becoming far too long of a post, so I will make it brief and cut to my current situation. I recently decided enough was enough (about damn time) and came to the all too true conclusion that alcohol had been controlling my life and daily routines for over a year, and furthermore had been exacerbating my anxiety and depression.
I am now sober (from drinking at least) for almost two weeks, and I do feel a bit better, especially in the mornings, but everyday is still a struggle. But, I do not regret stopping drinking, although I fear relapse is inevitable at some point.
Jesus, control your thoughts man...concise posts....bah
So here's the current problem I am dealing with in my "sober" life...I live with my oldest sibling, and we pretty much drank together every day since we moved into this place, kind of living in a perpetual unreality, in solitude, but together. I love him very much, and he has always been a sort of idol/guardian to me since we were kids.
Alas, now that I have stopped drinking, I feel so distant to him, and he sadly is my closest friend as well as my brother. Yet, I cannot seem to connect with him now that I am not drinking and he continues to do so...and I am certainly not going to advise him to stop, as I believe it is his choice and not mine.
Well, I don't know what the fuck this post ended up as, but I guess if it's not anything, at least it's nothing, right?