Greetings,
If parts make no sense, I removed stuff, sorry.
I am an ethanol challenged person; I am an alcoholic. A few days ago I woke up after an insane night of freaking out on my......(she used to be my partner but we we're kind of in a 'roommates that consensually lay in the same bed and sort of cuddle from time to time'). A couple of nights ago she told me I need to go, leave, and find somewhere else to live and that she'll be okay with me being here until I can afford a place.
I went absolutely nuts on her that night; I have screamed at her, broken closet doors by falling into them, broken many a thing by falling into them, broken a door with my fist, broken a door with my head......It was worse that night.
I went to work shaking, like always, I did my job, I called the hotline before lunch time. I had been just telling myself over and over, 'If you're alive, then there's hope', all morning, just a mantra I kept mouthing to myself. For the first time in my life I had a drink before going to work. I promptly and violently vomited it up, but that's the first time I have not honored what I have followed my entire adult life (no alcohol consumption within 8 hrs of duty, EVER).
I finished my work for the morning and pulled over and called the number. I was upset at first and dealing with a plan to run that work vehicle into a building or tree at crazy speed when I was really upset. I called them and lost my damn mind, it wasn't a plan like before but it was an urge, a desire. I sat in a parking lot in a running work vehicle (I had an urge to take off my seat belt and accelerate to 88 miles an hour and hit a solid object) and let him talk to me. He was awesome, he tried to process what I told him, and he did not judge me. Long story short, TAKE YOUR ANTIDEPRESSANTS, they really make you want to off yourself if you forget em, ever.
Seriously, I felt so amazing after unloading on an understanding person.
There is more I could say but I'll leave that for my next rant.
If parts make no sense, I removed stuff, sorry.
I am an ethanol challenged person; I am an alcoholic. A few days ago I woke up after an insane night of freaking out on my......(she used to be my partner but we we're kind of in a 'roommates that consensually lay in the same bed and sort of cuddle from time to time'). A couple of nights ago she told me I need to go, leave, and find somewhere else to live and that she'll be okay with me being here until I can afford a place.
I went absolutely nuts on her that night; I have screamed at her, broken closet doors by falling into them, broken many a thing by falling into them, broken a door with my fist, broken a door with my head......It was worse that night.
I went to work shaking, like always, I did my job, I called the hotline before lunch time. I had been just telling myself over and over, 'If you're alive, then there's hope', all morning, just a mantra I kept mouthing to myself. For the first time in my life I had a drink before going to work. I promptly and violently vomited it up, but that's the first time I have not honored what I have followed my entire adult life (no alcohol consumption within 8 hrs of duty, EVER).
I finished my work for the morning and pulled over and called the number. I was upset at first and dealing with a plan to run that work vehicle into a building or tree at crazy speed when I was really upset. I called them and lost my damn mind, it wasn't a plan like before but it was an urge, a desire. I sat in a parking lot in a running work vehicle (I had an urge to take off my seat belt and accelerate to 88 miles an hour and hit a solid object) and let him talk to me. He was awesome, he tried to process what I told him, and he did not judge me. Long story short, TAKE YOUR ANTIDEPRESSANTS, they really make you want to off yourself if you forget em, ever.
Seriously, I felt so amazing after unloading on an understanding person.
There is more I could say but I'll leave that for my next rant.