The reason that I have to work harder to not pick up a drink is that drinking is still so glamourized even in this time when statistics keep piling up to tell us that too many, way too many people, are dying for a drink. The world around me will enthusiastically offer me “Just One Drink” often and forever. And many people will always question whether or not I really need to be abstinent or if I’m just overreacting a bit.
Try to imagine that with cigarettes or heroin or cocaine.
I ought to be grateful that I stopped myself from going down that road. I should be glad that I am heeding the warnings, listening to the wise ones, learning from the cautionary tales.”
And another part of me whispers,
“That’s great and all, but I want to see it for myself. I want to be sure I’m on the right path for me.”
I guess we’ll see.
My leisure time and social life were wrapped around alcohol – every aspect of it intrinsically linked.
I exercised and ate a healthy diet etc but never really felt well.
I often drank to blackout, waking with bruises and injuries of unknown origin. I was lost and alone – hungover was my normal. Emotionally, physically and mentally I was drained.
Why work so hard when we can simply decide to stop drinking and save a HUGE amount? What is the fascination with booze that sees us waste our money, our lives and our dreams? If it’s truly an addiction with major brain chemistry alterations etc., then why aren’t our governments legislating to limit the damage? A giant coverup and a national problem is what’s happening in Australia.
But that safety is not real. The love of your life is a snake in your bed. He offers you escape from all the big meanies and scaries, while he quietly tightens the noose around your neck and the bindings on your wrists and ankles.