
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.

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I am 50 years old and as I look back on my life, I realize that alcohol has been a part of it for like ever. My parents drank (beer mostly) and that seemed like a normal thing to me. I guess I began to experiment with wine at about 15-16. Every social occasion, every special event, every family gathering included alcohol. It was just part of the party. I think what is bothering me is so many things have happened in my life that I began to "escape" by medicating myself with wine. I got to the point where I would buy a 5 ltr box and have it gone in 2 days. Then the blackouts started and other issues escalated until I (and my husband) realized that I must stop drinking completely. Why is it constantly on my mind? Why can't I just let it go? If I look back on my life, alot of bad things happened because I was drinking. I just don't know how to live my life without it. I constantly pray about it but I am obsessed with it. When given the chance to go to town by myself, the first place I stop is the liquor store. Then I am drinking while driving and we all know that is a bad, bad thing to do. My husband no longer trusts me and has made me his "project". He wants to protect me from myself and I love him for that but I just hate myself for not being able to live without alcohol. I could go on and on here... I just needed to write my thoughts down in hopes that I can conquer this demon inside me.
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Are you ready to stand up and say, "My name is.....I'm an alcoholic"? That way you could share that you need help, and you'll get it. Who better understands a drunk than another drunk? In AA you could learn about the tools to use when the obsession seems overwhelming.
Best wishes to you with whatever you decide to do.
The madness of drink knows no boundries, it is not till you get help or stop that you can ever understand this.
Drink begins to rule every emotion, we do not think properly, we just live to drink but do not understand why
Get all the help you can meetings, doctors the lot.
By being here you are on the first step, well done and I wish you well on your journey
The odd thing about this age is that your body and mind start revolting. While I have never lost a job (came close once) or a husband, I lost plenty of time in a haze. Depression also reared its ugly head. My last drunk I fought with hubby, then woke up in the middle of the night obsessing about how I would die a drunk unless I quit.
Good Luck!
Our behavior is as absurd and incomprehensible with respect to the first drink as that of an individual with a passion, say, for jay-walking. He gets a thrill out of hanging out at bars. He enjoys himself for a few years in spite of friendly warnings. Up to this point you would label him as a foolish chap having queer ideas of fun. Luck then deserts him and he goes out on sprees several times in succession. Presently he gets drunk again and this time he ends up in the hospital. Within a week after leaving the hospital he's back drinking. He tells you he has decided to stop drinking for good, but in a few weeks he is back drinking.
On through the years this conduct continues, accompanied by his continual promises to be careful or to keep away from the bars altogether. Finally, he can no longer work, his wife gets a divorce and he is held up to ridicule. He tries every known means to get the drinking idea out of his head. He shuts himself up in an asylum, hoping to mend his ways. But the day he comes out he races back to the bar, which sets off another spree. Such a man would be crazy, wouldn't he?
You may think our illustration is too ridiculous. But is it? We, who have been through the wringer, have to admit if we substituted alcoholism for jay-walking, the illustration would fit us exactly.
"Our behavior is as absurd and incomprehensible with respect to the first drink as that of an individual with a passion, say, for jay-walking. He gets a thrill out of skipping in front of fast-moving vehicles. He enjoys himself for a few years in spite of friendly warnings. Up to this point you would label him as a foolish chap having queer ideas of fun. Luck then deserts him and he is slightly injured several times in succession. You would expect him, if he were normal, to cut it out. Presently he is hit again and this time has a fractured skull. Within a week after leaving the hospital a fast-moving trolley car breaks his arm. He tells you he has decided to stop jay-walking for good, but in a few weeks he breaks both legs.
On through the years this conduct continues, accompanied by his continual promises to be careful or to keep off the streets altogether. Finally, he can no longer work, his wife gets a divorce and he is held up to ridicule. He tries every known means to get the jay-walking idea out of his head. He shuts himself up in an asylum, hoping to mend his ways. But the day he comes out he races in front of a fire engine, which breaks his back. Such a man would be crazy, wouldn't he?
You may think our illustration is too ridiculous. But is it? We, who have been through the wringer, have to admit if we substituted alcoholism for jay-walking, the illustration would fit us exactly. However intelligent we may have been in other respects, where alcohol has been involved, we have been strangely insane. It's strong language - but isn't it true?..." (from Alcoholics Anonymous, p. 37).