Words that best describe me? Hungry Angry Lonely Tired. Those four words sum up all that goes through my mind day in and day out as a recovering alcoholic. I am hungry to explore the things I have missed during the 12 years I spent battling alcohol, and am annoyed at the same time. I am forsaken as the discomfort is clear in those I hurt, and I'm so bored with feeling that way. Sometimes it was like alcohol was the only real way to end the discomfort again, but I knew it wasn't the answer.
It had only been six months since I made a decision I do not wanted alcohol in my life. The more time under the belt, the less complicated that it will get. I'm confident of that.
I latterly decided to attend support groups twice per week. There are so many great people there who know precisely what I am going through. It appears that these are the nicest, most caring people I have ever met in my life, all who can relate to the issues and the need to resort to alcohol any time trouble finds its way. I also received a sponsor, who is always there, 24/7 when I need her. I feel so sanctified.
It is hard when all of these feelings are tied up inside you. It's only natural to want to resort back to what made you're feeling good. But I am too old, and can no longer hide from the pain. You see where it has gotten me so far.
So now, I made the choice to seek out those around me for support, and it paid off. Fighting an obsession is an ongoing process that needs commitment and dedication, even years later. Thank the world that there are such great folk there to help. I couldn't have done it alone.
It had only been six months since I made a decision I do not wanted alcohol in my life. The more time under the belt, the less complicated that it will get. I'm confident of that.
I latterly decided to attend support groups twice per week. There are so many great people there who know precisely what I am going through. It appears that these are the nicest, most caring people I have ever met in my life, all who can relate to the issues and the need to resort to alcohol any time trouble finds its way. I also received a sponsor, who is always there, 24/7 when I need her. I feel so sanctified.
It is hard when all of these feelings are tied up inside you. It's only natural to want to resort back to what made you're feeling good. But I am too old, and can no longer hide from the pain. You see where it has gotten me so far.
So now, I made the choice to seek out those around me for support, and it paid off. Fighting an obsession is an ongoing process that needs commitment and dedication, even years later. Thank the world that there are such great folk there to help. I couldn't have done it alone.
