Are You Hitting The Rock Bottom?

Are You Hitting The Rock Bottom?

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hitting rock bottom in alcoholism

Youíll often hear the phrase ďhe finally hit the rock bottomĒ being tossed around with respect to alcoholics sliding down the slippery slope of addiction. I know I have. Unfortunately, it generally comes from people who have absolutely no clue about the development and evolution of alcoholism because theyíve never had to battle it.

Is there an absolute rock bottom?

To be perfectly honest, rock bottom is almost never depicted correctly. Why? Because that threshold varies from person to person, irrespective of how deeply ingrained their alcoholism is. At the same time, everyone defines his very own, personal rock bottom differently, in accordance to how much more heís willing to lose before admitting to having a drinking problem. For me, it wasnít even related to the series of unfortunate events in my life, mostly because alcohol numbed me enough to reach a vegetative state where I didnít even care anymore; or at least I thought I didnít.

I failed to see rock bottom sneaking up on me

During the last few months before rehab, almost anything bad that couldíve happened to me had already come to pass. I lost my job, my relationship with my wife had deteriorated to the point where we wouldnít even speak to each other, my financial state was close to bankruptcy, the only people who I could refer to as friends were the other drunks at the local pub. In short, prospects were looking bleaker day by day.

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One might think that Ė due to all of these accumulated problems Ė I wouldíve taken a hint and realized alcohol was ruining me. I didnít. In fact, I blamed all my misfortunes on some conglomerate of universal forces Ė letís call them fate Ė that were out to get me. I also saw in Jack the only means of dealing with them. I now think that I was way past rock bottom; I was actually sinking down to the Earthís core. Can you guess why I was so oblivious to my problems?

Denial, the final refuge against the tumults of life

Thatís right, I was in complete denialof the fact that drinking was the source of and not the solution to my misfortunes. As long as I was still employed, the illusion persisted unhindered because I actually believed that Iím nowhere near rock bottom, in spite of the numerous red flags. However, once I lost my job, I started drinking even more heavily. I spent my unemployment days on the couch apathetically watching various shows on Netflix and sipping my Jack.

I had grown so lethargic that even the trips to the bathroom represented a pain in the ass. My mind was wandering without focus. My beard was growing unkempt, I didnít even bother to change the same pizza stained greasy undershirt Iíd been wearing for days.

The epiphany

After a couple of weeks of lounging around, I was stumbling towards the bathroom when, in my drunken haze, I slipped and went heads first into the bathroom mirror. It was the moment when I saw my face in the blood-covered, shattered glass of the broken mirror that I realized what Iíve let myself become. I didnít even recognize my face covered in that pigeonís nest of a beard dripping with food, but I noticed that, despite the nearly fatal accident, I was still clutching the glass of Jack in my hand. Iíd had finally hit my rock bottom.

Iím not going to lie and say I decided to check into rehab the very next day, but this experience was definitely the turning point of my life. And Iím not sorry it happened, but I do regret it took me so long to figure it out.

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