Yep, I am torn between what I could be doing and what I should be doing. What am I doing now? Not a damn thing. So here I sit as if nothing really happened. I came back to town expecting the people around me to have changed . They didn’t, and I find myself falling into the same bullshit that I had before I left . I am determined to turn this around. Maybe I am suffering from midlife depression or have the empty nest syndrome or a feeling of “what’s next?, whatever the case may be I will not drown myself in alcohol or other things that make me numb from yester-years . I have been taking trazodone and I am not sure if I feel anything at all. OK maybe something, I sleep at odd hours and I can sleep a lot, also I am not as emotional. So , I guess that is something! They say that you stop growing mentally around the same time that you become a addict. If that is the case , no wonder I am running on empty while my mental state is still on the back seat of some buick, no skip that , why not go all the way and lets call it a smokin Harley Davidson. What I do know is the new 50´s is nowhere near my old age 40 something closer to 50.
Another thing ,I can remember the day I knew I would never quit drinking. I was sitting in my closet, contemplating the bottle of vodka had just picked up at the liquor store and realizing I was absolutely, positively going to open it.
I had been trying to quit for months at that point. No wait: I’d been trying to quit for years. I would wake up on a Sunday, all cringes and stabbing pain, and I’d swear off the stuff only to crawl back on my belly in three days, maybe four. This time I’d made a formal effort, though. I was Quitting. Done. Finito. At some point, you must accept that the universe has granted you enough epic nights and drunken rages,Let’s agree that a closet is not the sexiest place to drink .
I drank for another few years after that. It was great, until it was not. One morning, I woke up near dawn and understood that if I kept drinking, I would not get the things I wanted most. I knew that I could keep drinking for the rest of my life . . Sometimes you just have to fail 99 times to succeed once. Lately, I have been trying to do things I am bad at, simply to remind myself that it’s OK. I must admit that this is all new to me and it is sometimes hard to think of starting new sober. Hell I can’t recall a time that I wasn’t on one thing or another. It is a struggle . It is also hard because I was never a fall down , sloppy, smelling like I bathed in the vodka bottle drunk. But then again who would tell me . I started this post tonight about one thing that was suppose to funny . Instead, I took a deep breath, and wanted to succeed.
4 responses to “What the hell am I going to do with myself now?”
We have all felt that way at some point…my drug of choice was a deep black pit of depression where I could hide safely and no one would bother me. You can do and be whatever you choose…one step one breath at a time so that is what you’ll do now…breathe, walk and figure out that path. Thoughts and prayers are with you on this journey!
We have all felt that way at some point…my drug of choice was a deep black pit of depression where I could hide safely and no one would bother me. You can do and be whatever you choose…one step one breath at a time so that is what you’ll do now…breathe, walk and figure out that path. Thoughts and prayers are with you on this journey!
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I hope things go well for you on your jouney. I have and still have problems with addictions. My only advice to you is never give up.
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I admire your courage…..Muffy
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