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I went out for Halloween to a bar I frequently go to, I never drink and only on the rarest occasions do I struggle in which case my friends are more mindful of their drinks and support me in my sobriety. I went out for Halloween, all was good, I danced with a really cute guy, had a good time, and at the end of the night I accidentally drank from the wrong drink. It was a fair amount, used a straw and I was tired, hot and thirsty from dancing.
Throughout the night I was careful to place my drink in the same spot every time and I always smelled it before drinking just to double check, but when this guy asked me to dance I put it in a different spot and my friend's drink was where I usually put mine and I didn't think twice.
People try to tell me it doesn't count, it was a little bit and I didn't drink more afterwards... But they don't understand the beast that came alive inside of me. I had kept it at bay so long, fought so hard it gave up fighting me unless I was weakened by something else. Now it fights me every second of every day. In have been sober 22 hours now technically speaking, and it's been extremely difficult. I was 577 days sober and so proud of myself.. Kills me to restart.
It's not the first time I've had to restart the count, this time is worse because I didn't choose to drink, it just happened, and now I have to fight the beast inside that's telling me to drink because I'm already starting over, I may as well get really drunk, have to restart for a real reason. But I won't.
Throughout the night I was careful to place my drink in the same spot every time and I always smelled it before drinking just to double check, but when this guy asked me to dance I put it in a different spot and my friend's drink was where I usually put mine and I didn't think twice.
People try to tell me it doesn't count, it was a little bit and I didn't drink more afterwards... But they don't understand the beast that came alive inside of me. I had kept it at bay so long, fought so hard it gave up fighting me unless I was weakened by something else. Now it fights me every second of every day. In have been sober 22 hours now technically speaking, and it's been extremely difficult. I was 577 days sober and so proud of myself.. Kills me to restart.
It's not the first time I've had to restart the count, this time is worse because I didn't choose to drink, it just happened, and now I have to fight the beast inside that's telling me to drink because I'm already starting over, I may as well get really drunk, have to restart for a real reason. But I won't.
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I can relate in that it sent my head west a little bit for a few days but it settled down after a short while.
I didn't reset my clock so to speak but just processed the experience for what it was...of course you need to do whatever you need to do.
Who knows...one day I might wake up and decide that counting doesn't matter :)
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Part of me wanted to keep the count going, but for me it felt like I'd be lying to myself if I did. The days when it's difficult to stay sober I write the number of days I'm sober in marker on my wrist so I can constantly be reminded. It was written Halloween night as a precaution so it served as a painful reminder of how far I'd come and how careless I was. I knew it wasn't mine pretty quick, I felt the warmth, tasted the Jack Daniels rum and ran to the washroom trying to make myself throw it up, shaking and near tears, having an anxiety attack. The days when I don't struggle, I don't count, I don't think of myself as a recovering alcoholic, merely someone who doesn't drink. I don't feel like I've failed, which is huge for me, but I'm still struggling.
From what you say you didn't take a drink from need or want...so what do we do? Like the emperors afraid of having their food poisoned, hire a lackey to go around tasting our drinks before us??
Maybe if I win the lottery, not out of fear but just for fun :)
The strangest thing about that night for me was when I got home I couldn't stop going to the loo...every 15 minutes for hours :) Sure I drank a lot of coke that night but my head told me it was like me body remembered something...
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Racking up days shouldn't be the point of quitting. I like the idea of the reminder -- writing the number of sober days on your wrist. But can you switch that? You could write the numbers 1, 2, 3, on your wrist and carry a piece of paper that lists three positive ways your life has changed since you quit. Then you shift your focus from the number of days to positive results. Just a thought... again, do what works.
Then about 2 years into sobriety I was at a Christmas function and I was given a home made lolly that contained a liqueur as soon as I bight into it I got that rush.
Like you this anguished me for a period of time about the reset and the anxiety of trying to get all that time back. Lucky for me when I shared to a person about this they said was it your intention of drinking, did you continue your drinking with the accident, did it give you a shake up in what you believed. The first two answers were no and the last was a big yes.
This person then said well maybe rather than it being a bust it was the universe helping you realise how much sobriety you want and make sure to not become complacent. This was not a bust but the universe helping me to continue with your sobriety but to remain humble about the effort.
Wishing you well G8
Nah.
Dust yourself off. Don't ever drink from a glass like that again....I don't. Wouldn't for the exact reason you mentioned.
Lucky for me I didn't want to keep going ( I did but I didn't ). I will tell you that it kind of straightened me out.
Know ur not alone in this journey.
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I'm Muslim and I also don't eat pork.
Guess what? Since converting three years ago, I was eating frosted mini wheats and pop tarts and certain gums, not ever thinking there was gelatin in it.
Now that I know, I can't eat it, but I certainly don't feel guilty about those times. Shocked, yes... But I've been Muslim for three years- since I converted- not since my last pop tart! ; )