Alcoholism Support Group
Alcoholism is the continued consumption of alcoholic beverages, even when it is negatively affecting your health, work, relationships and life. If you think alcohol is causing you to lose control, it's time to seek help. Our group is a safe place to vent, check in, get back up if you fall, and reach sobriety.
Waking up the next day. To groggy or hung over to remember the things said and done the night before. The cuts or bruises on the body. The angry phone call. The ill sent text messages or e-mails. The anxiety, the fear, the shame, the guilt. "What in the hell was wrong with me?" Promising we would never do that again, we would take that first drink shortly there after, a contiunation of the insanity. "Why am I living like this?" We were to selfish to ask, "what am I doing to the people living around me?" Soon, we had no one around us. No one to take the abuse. That fit will with in our own self defeating idea of ourselves. "I am shit, no one cares about me." "I might as well drink some more."
Jacker-women love that look on a man. I got a msg. this morning that read "Mel is drunk & Jacker is ugly today" hee hee.. :) Very sexy look for you my friend.
So if it hasn't been said...Good morning everyone, hope you have a beautiful day.
Yes, I am at work, it is dead and I'm bored to tears!! By the end of the day, I believe I will have read everything there is to read on the internet...hee hee..
But there were times I was drunk and I didn't think they noticed when I was around them and was told they could tell... I was very isolated and selfish as hell. All I did was work and drink.
I tried to stop when I was around my daughter but eventually ended up being a drunk bitch in front of her numerous times. The drunken calls were constant for awhile. I would either be excited and hyper-happy or miserably angry and verbally abusive.
I finally became a black out drunk (as Joe said) falling down, waking up with "bruises" and no memory, I didn't start drinking until I was 25. I NEVER believed this could happen to me. It wasn't even a thought in my mind... The progression was so sneaky that I didn't even realize it was happening. I could not see what I had become.
Then the guilt and shame kicked in so I drank even more. That's because the truth was fighting with my denial. I couldn't see this was happening either. I thank God my family loved me despite my disease and stood by me through the nightmare as they sacrificed their happiness for that.
I am sober now. I'm also so thankful that I have had the chance to love my family instead of hurt them. Today, life is good. Great post Joe. It's these types that keep me in check and in reality.