As a positive, very successful member of society (seemingly on the outside), I have fought a long and bloody secret battle that only a handful of people have got the tiniest notion of. My willpower is strong, so strong that anything I challenge I accompolish. However, when it comes to drink, I am beat. Not only does it batter me on a daily basis but it comes back for more, time and time again - it won't leave me alone. I have tried every weapon, I have prayed and begged and promised. But as the evening approaches, it comes for me, it takes over and I just can't fight it. The only thing I am certain of each day is oblivion as when I pick up a drink I know I'm done for. Then comes the horrifying awakening in the early hours of the morning, parched throat, sweats, bewilderment, utter despair, thoughts wizzing in my head - 'Why did I do it again?'
Then the utter exhaustion of dragging myself out of bed, putting on a face and going into the cutthroat world of business where I draw on every ounce of willpower to put one foot in front of the other and present a normal image to the world.
How many times have I tried to conquer, surrender, battle, reason with this addiction - more than 5000 times. How many weapons, tactics, prayers, methods have I used? Probably them all.
For the first time last week, (as I'm too much of a coward) to do it myself. I prayed for a sudden accident to give me a more dignified exit so my family wouldn't suffer.
But that's laughable, oh how those two little ones suffer. They may have their physical needs looked after but little else.
Is this a self absorbed, selfish, me, me, me dialogue. Well yes, absolutely! First time to ever contribute to a forum and hats off to you who are doing so well, you are an inspiration.
Starting to doubt whether recovery is available for everyone. Many are called but few are chosen.
Is is possible for us all?


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