Slip Sliding Away Again

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Drinking makes me feel different, and better – if I don’t drink too much. I’ll be giddy, and happy, and in love with the world, and if I step over that razor’s edge line, I’m in hell, but it’s the insanity alcohol abstention programs talk about, the thought that I won’t drink too much this time, or that third drink won’t effect me so much.  It’s what drinking does rather than how much I drink, because I don’t normally drink a lot, and I stop if I get near the vomit line, but trouble starts before that.

I know I’ve crossed the line when my thoughts turn dark and I tell my S.O. we’re through, that I just want to move to a cave somewhere and finish out my days without the stress of human contact.

In other words, I’m certifiable when I drink that next half a drink?  quarter of a drink? more than two. Wine makes me reach the terrible place sooner – but there’s more alcohol per volume than beer or mixed drinks, which are more diluted and I drink them slower because I associate liquor with danger more quickly.

I’ve also found that three drinks causes inflammation, and my back and joints are in agony the next day.  I could take turmeric, and other less, or non-toxic inflammation cures, but then I’m just putting band-aids on the problem which is over-drinking, or probably, any drinking.

But I love alcohol.  I adore drinking culture – those false promises of an easy life for those few hours with friends and frenemies alike – all having a wonderful time until the hangover hits, or the ride on the vomit comet that one of my friends experiences every time she over-drinks, and the ultimate realization that most of your drinking buddies are just that, and they’ll fall away if you alter the terms of engagement.

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My goal is quitting the booze for good, and I haven’t made my goal, which makes me think I’m in trouble.  I’m a functioning drunk, if I’m a drunk.  ‘Problem drinker’ sounds less horrible than ‘a drunk’.  But the word ‘problem’ is a clue that my drinking issue needs solving.

For my first week of nephalism, I’m going to write ‘enjoy the insomnia and inflammation’, and stick that on the door so I see it on my night out with my girls, or even with my S. O..

Of course, I’ll probably use the other door to leave – but I’ll still know it’s there.

I wish I could smoke weed.  It gives me panic attacks though.  Not just some vague anxiety but OH-GOD-I’M-DYING terror coupled with the need to get out of my body, which I can’t do without the actual dying part, or if got knocked out, which is why I have Klonopin, that I haven’t had to use for panic for a long time, thankfully.

Panic attacks used to be a daily thing in my twenties and thirties. That really sucked. I don’t remember when they stopped, I’m just glad they did, and if I ever need  a reminder of panic’s scourge, I can just have a toke or two, and it’ll all come back to me.

AA is useful, and I’m glad it’s there, but I dislike the cultish feel, and having grown up in a commune/cult, I tend to eschew groups.

Alcohol helps me feel freer, and happy – even if it’s fleeting – and that’s what I chase. I like escaping myself when I can, but it comes with a price – to myself, and worse – to those close to me.

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A new definition of freedom and happiness is needed, and the only will power I need is against picking up that first drink.

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4 thoughts on “Slip Sliding Away Again

  1. It is so difficult to tell where the boundaries lie when it comes to drinking. How do you know when you’re merry, yet not merry enough to endure a hangover the next day? With hangovers I often found my anxiety increased drastically which didn’t help. Do you have the same issue?

    While I rarely drink nowadays, it is something I always am paranoid about when I do.

    • Hey thanks for your thoughts! Yes, my anxiety does increase with hangovers – not to mention the wasted hours or maybe even a day! I have really curtailed my drinking – or at least thinking I can drink with the big leaguers… If I have just that bit more than I should, it never works like I think it’s going to. It’s either stop altogether, or police my drinking, which is so hard to do sometimes. Good for you for rarely drinking, that’s great!

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