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I should have known better…
My family visited us for Christmas this year. First time we've shared it together in about 10 years. My AH husband was pretty good the first couple nights, but then started getting drunk and creating drama. He wrecked Christmas eve by getting upset about a conversation with his daughter and leaving the restaurant. Two nights later, after staying home and drinking all day, he thought it would be a good idea to demonstrate what a great protector he is and brought out the loaded gun from the safe.
It kinda went downhill from there. On the last day, he started drinking early. Thankfully my Mom left (after telling me to hide the brandy.) He found out that his son got a DUI the night before. He wanted to pick him up, but asked me to drive because he had too much to drink (by noon). I said I would, but thought it wasn't a great idea to get him while Dad was intoxicated. This was apparently the wrong thing to say, because I now became the incompassionate b*tch. He ended up picking up his kids, dropping them off and coming back 10 minutes later (buying alcohol?) He was clearly intoxicated and revving himself up over his son's DUI. When his son went to bed, somehow the DUI became my fault and the ranting about how awful I am ended when he finally started snoring.
Our plans were to spend this week at our cabin. The next morning I told him he wasn't going. I need a break from him.
He loves me. He's sorry.
I know.
After three days, I haven't caved and invited him up. I almost did last night and my girlfriend gently gave it to me. Once again, I show up at work with puffy eyes from crying.
I'm reminded that every member of my family and every close girlfriend I have has told me that I need to leave him. They can't stand his behaviour and how he treats me.
They were all so happy that I had the guts to kick him out this summer (6 weeks) and so disappointed when I let him come back. Of course, none of the promises to change, get help, take care of himself, etc., has stuck. He's resistant to recovery. At this point, I'm not convinced it's just the alcohol that's the problem.
He's panicking and desperately wants to come up to be with me. He knows it's serious this time. It kills me to hear his hurt voice. I love him so much. How can I love him so much? After all the tears on birthdays, vacations and anniversaries, after all the disappointments, drunk driving and all night rants...why do I love him so much? He was so wonderful to me when we got together. What happened?
He's my best friend and my worst nightmare. I told him that yesterday. He understands.
The sick thing is that I left my first AH, my kid's father, six years ago. Yep. This is my second time to the rodeo. I feel like such an idiot.
When I left him, I didn't love him anymore.
I'm so angry at myself for being in this position again. I'm 44. I'm too old to make this mistake again.
I can't stand the thought of a second divorce. Of course, I'm scared of the money problems, being alone, starting over, concern for him. And yet, the thought of living with the insanity that is my current life is unbearable.
I am in so much pain. How can I find the strength to do what I need to do? I go home Sunday...
It kinda went downhill from there. On the last day, he started drinking early. Thankfully my Mom left (after telling me to hide the brandy.) He found out that his son got a DUI the night before. He wanted to pick him up, but asked me to drive because he had too much to drink (by noon). I said I would, but thought it wasn't a great idea to get him while Dad was intoxicated. This was apparently the wrong thing to say, because I now became the incompassionate b*tch. He ended up picking up his kids, dropping them off and coming back 10 minutes later (buying alcohol?) He was clearly intoxicated and revving himself up over his son's DUI. When his son went to bed, somehow the DUI became my fault and the ranting about how awful I am ended when he finally started snoring.
Our plans were to spend this week at our cabin. The next morning I told him he wasn't going. I need a break from him.
He loves me. He's sorry.
I know.
After three days, I haven't caved and invited him up. I almost did last night and my girlfriend gently gave it to me. Once again, I show up at work with puffy eyes from crying.
I'm reminded that every member of my family and every close girlfriend I have has told me that I need to leave him. They can't stand his behaviour and how he treats me.
They were all so happy that I had the guts to kick him out this summer (6 weeks) and so disappointed when I let him come back. Of course, none of the promises to change, get help, take care of himself, etc., has stuck. He's resistant to recovery. At this point, I'm not convinced it's just the alcohol that's the problem.
He's panicking and desperately wants to come up to be with me. He knows it's serious this time. It kills me to hear his hurt voice. I love him so much. How can I love him so much? After all the tears on birthdays, vacations and anniversaries, after all the disappointments, drunk driving and all night rants...why do I love him so much? He was so wonderful to me when we got together. What happened?
He's my best friend and my worst nightmare. I told him that yesterday. He understands.
The sick thing is that I left my first AH, my kid's father, six years ago. Yep. This is my second time to the rodeo. I feel like such an idiot.
When I left him, I didn't love him anymore.
I'm so angry at myself for being in this position again. I'm 44. I'm too old to make this mistake again.
I can't stand the thought of a second divorce. Of course, I'm scared of the money problems, being alone, starting over, concern for him. And yet, the thought of living with the insanity that is my current life is unbearable.
I am in so much pain. How can I find the strength to do what I need to do? I go home Sunday...
Humm, my codie roots must have pre-dated Richard
I came home from work tonight to find my answering machine blinking. I hit the button and heard a voice from my past--way back to the days before I met Richard. It was a man I met on my first professional job out of high school. We dated briefly and not much came of it because I met Richard shortly thereafter and, well, you all know that story.
Anyway, since I'm a single gal now I thought I'd ring him back and see what's been happening in his life. He didn't leave his phone number, so I looked it up online, found several men with his name in the state where he last lived, so I chose one and dialed the number.
A woman answered so I told her I had the wrong number, apologized, and hung up. I had heard through the grapevine that he was still unmarried, so I tried a different number, then another. Finally, I had a light bulb moment and I hit *69, got a completely different number and rang his phone.
He answered and sounded pleased to hear from me. I told him about my difficulties with reaching him and he told me the first number I dialed was correct and his wife had answered the phone. I asked him if she was aware that he had called me. He said no, but she was home right now. I asked him where he was calling me from, he said the bedroom.
He immediately began to monopolize the conversation, asking only a few questions about me, then repeatedly interrupted me before I could answer his questions. He told me he had a fall the other day, broke his foot, and was laid up in bed with his foot in a cast. He'd heard that Richard had passed away, and thought he'd give me a call. I asked him what his Thanksgiving plans were and he said they were eating Thanksgiving dinner at a restaurant because, since he was home recooperating, it was his job to cook the turkey and get started on some of the side dishes. But he went on to say that he'd ruined several of the dishes because he'd poured himself several glasses of brandy, fell asleep, and they burned. I asked him how much he had to drink. He said, oh, you know, the usual 3-4 drinks. It was 4:00 pm when I called him.
I asked him where he was living. He said he was living in an apartment with his wife of 5 years. Back when we were dating, he was 20 years my senior. That would make him 68 today. So in a 10-minute phone conversation with him I learned that he was calling me without his wife's knowledge (but she was in the other room), he's a daily drinker and his drinking is problematic enough that he passed out and ruined his Thanksgiving dinner, that he likely fell and broke his foot also as a result of his drinking, that he's never owned a home of his own, and of all the people in his life he just happened to be thinking about me.
The good news is that today I'm able to see the red flags waving, so I wished him well, told him to enjoy his Thanksgiving dinner, and blocked his number.
And here I thought I became a codie as a result of Richard's drinking. Guess I was attractive to problem drinkers long before that, I just didn't recognize it then.
Anyway, since I'm a single gal now I thought I'd ring him back and see what's been happening in his life. He didn't leave his phone number, so I looked it up online, found several men with his name in the state where he last lived, so I chose one and dialed the number.
A woman answered so I told her I had the wrong number, apologized, and hung up. I had heard through the grapevine that he was still unmarried, so I tried a different number, then another. Finally, I had a light bulb moment and I hit *69, got a completely different number and rang his phone.
He answered and sounded pleased to hear from me. I told him about my difficulties with reaching him and he told me the first number I dialed was correct and his wife had answered the phone. I asked him if she was aware that he had called me. He said no, but she was home right now. I asked him where he was calling me from, he said the bedroom.
He immediately began to monopolize the conversation, asking only a few questions about me, then repeatedly interrupted me before I could answer his questions. He told me he had a fall the other day, broke his foot, and was laid up in bed with his foot in a cast. He'd heard that Richard had passed away, and thought he'd give me a call. I asked him what his Thanksgiving plans were and he said they were eating Thanksgiving dinner at a restaurant because, since he was home recooperating, it was his job to cook the turkey and get started on some of the side dishes. But he went on to say that he'd ruined several of the dishes because he'd poured himself several glasses of brandy, fell asleep, and they burned. I asked him how much he had to drink. He said, oh, you know, the usual 3-4 drinks. It was 4:00 pm when I called him.
I asked him where he was living. He said he was living in an apartment with his wife of 5 years. Back when we were dating, he was 20 years my senior. That would make him 68 today. So in a 10-minute phone conversation with him I learned that he was calling me without his wife's knowledge (but she was in the other room), he's a daily drinker and his drinking is problematic enough that he passed out and ruined his Thanksgiving dinner, that he likely fell and broke his foot also as a result of his drinking, that he's never owned a home of his own, and of all the people in his life he just happened to be thinking about me.
The good news is that today I'm able to see the red flags waving, so I wished him well, told him to enjoy his Thanksgiving dinner, and blocked his number.
And here I thought I became a codie as a result of Richard's drinking. Guess I was attractive to problem drinkers long before that, I just didn't recognize it then.
I’ll jump in here
Joined earlier today, and have been poking around a bit. Feeling like I need to reach out and connect a bit.
I haven't had a drink since last Sunday night, so it's a few hours short of a week. So, I guess that's a good start. It's not the first time I've gone a week without drinking, but it's rare enough that I get this far that it merits a bit of acknowledgement... acknowledgement as an accomplishment (however small) and more importantly, acknowledgement as an opportunity.
I'm not generally a daily drinker, and I've never been one who drinks early in the day. More commonly, over the past couple years, I've been a 2 - 3 days a week drinker. The issue is that, when I do drink, I don't stop. I drink until I pass out. It takes a fair amount to get me to pass out. If I don't have enough, I'll find myself walking to a liquor store late at night to make sure that I do have enough.
I travel for business, often for a week or more. When I'm gone, I WILL commonly drink nightly, although I tend to more commonly keep it to a pint of liquor (usually brandy). Sometimes I'll get a pint and a baby bottle, because I know that a pint probably won't be quite enough.
I have some experience with addiction recovery. I haven't ever used hard drugs. I did quit smoking, however. In that process, I joined a support group like this, and was quite active for a couple years. During that time, I learned a lot about the nature of addiction in general, and to speak eloquently and persuasively to others who were going through the process of escaping that addiction. So, I feel that I come to this with the advantage of at least understanding some important general principles.
I've realized I have a problem for several years now. There's a cycle with which I'm sure many of you are familiar, of waking up feeling miserable, ashamed, and desperate after a night of drinking. Of persuading myself that I needed to stop. Of walking myself through what I believed the course would be. Of committing to that course...
... of bargaining my way out of that course one or more days later, drinking myself into a slump on the couch and waking up in my own urine. Somehow, putting it that starkly seems to clarify the nature of my problem.
I've spent great resources of mental energy on this problem. I believe I understand some of the physical reasons why I can't stop once I start. And, I believe I also understand some of the physical reasons why it's getting harder to keep it to 2 or 3 nights a week. I think I have a tenuous grasp on some of the mental reasons I've refused to break the cycle to this point.
One thing that was vitally important to my recovery from nicotine addiction (over 6 years smoke-free now) was having some insight into the road ahead. Quitting was really hard at times. Having voices there to tell me how the hard times were temporary, how to cope with them, and most importantly, in concrete terms, what I could expect down the road in terms of comfort (as it applied to nicotine).
I'm at a pretty crucial point in the process right now. I made it to 11 days back in July (aided by a stomach flu that made it easier to turn away from alcohol temporarily). It's been nearly 2 years since I made it more than 2 weeks (16 day), and that's the only time I've gone 2 weeks in probably 5 years. I'm fearful of the days ahead. I really feel like I need some positive visions of life after alcohol. I need to hear that there really is comfort beyond quitting.
My wife doesn't have the same problem I have. She has a problem, but it's not nearly as severe as mine. She can stop... but she has a hard time going more than a couple days without though. We really do have a pretty classic co-dependency relationship. She's the enabler/instigator. I'm the willing participant when she pushes the "go" button.
We both made a commitment to not drink until Thanksgiving. I figured that was a start. But, we've made these commitments a hundred times, and we rarely last very long before one of us uses the other's weakness to jointly break the compact. Tonight, I felt like it was happening. I saw her at work (she works in a pub) and she said in a tone of voice we both recognize, "I don't want to stay in tonight, what'll we do?" I didn't have the strength to shoot her down, but went home, and worried about what fate would bring me. Was just about at the point of resignation that I'd end up losing my week of sobriety once she got home.
She got in, and there was a sporting event on TV that she was interested in. She watched it for an hour or so, and both of us avoided the elephant in the room. I worked on some stuff for my job, and she watched TV. I started cooking something, and that seemed to be enough of something for her to grasp onto that she no longer seemed to be pushing (without saying so) for a night out. I focused on the meal, and by the time we ate, both of us seemed to have recommitted (again, without saying so) to at least making it through today. We won't drink tonight.
That's the basics. As I say, I've thought about my problem a lot. I could probably keep writing for hours. But, I'd rather post what I've written, and pray that some of you have some encouraging glimpses at life without alcohol to offer me. The week hasn't been easy. I gather there are harder things, but part of the insidious nature of addiction is the fact that difficult times are obscured by moments of ease. We then cling to those moments of ease to convince ourselves that maybe it wasn't so bad after all... and so forth...
Thank you for your help.
RP
I haven't had a drink since last Sunday night, so it's a few hours short of a week. So, I guess that's a good start. It's not the first time I've gone a week without drinking, but it's rare enough that I get this far that it merits a bit of acknowledgement... acknowledgement as an accomplishment (however small) and more importantly, acknowledgement as an opportunity.
I'm not generally a daily drinker, and I've never been one who drinks early in the day. More commonly, over the past couple years, I've been a 2 - 3 days a week drinker. The issue is that, when I do drink, I don't stop. I drink until I pass out. It takes a fair amount to get me to pass out. If I don't have enough, I'll find myself walking to a liquor store late at night to make sure that I do have enough.
I travel for business, often for a week or more. When I'm gone, I WILL commonly drink nightly, although I tend to more commonly keep it to a pint of liquor (usually brandy). Sometimes I'll get a pint and a baby bottle, because I know that a pint probably won't be quite enough.
I have some experience with addiction recovery. I haven't ever used hard drugs. I did quit smoking, however. In that process, I joined a support group like this, and was quite active for a couple years. During that time, I learned a lot about the nature of addiction in general, and to speak eloquently and persuasively to others who were going through the process of escaping that addiction. So, I feel that I come to this with the advantage of at least understanding some important general principles.
I've realized I have a problem for several years now. There's a cycle with which I'm sure many of you are familiar, of waking up feeling miserable, ashamed, and desperate after a night of drinking. Of persuading myself that I needed to stop. Of walking myself through what I believed the course would be. Of committing to that course...
... of bargaining my way out of that course one or more days later, drinking myself into a slump on the couch and waking up in my own urine. Somehow, putting it that starkly seems to clarify the nature of my problem.
I've spent great resources of mental energy on this problem. I believe I understand some of the physical reasons why I can't stop once I start. And, I believe I also understand some of the physical reasons why it's getting harder to keep it to 2 or 3 nights a week. I think I have a tenuous grasp on some of the mental reasons I've refused to break the cycle to this point.
One thing that was vitally important to my recovery from nicotine addiction (over 6 years smoke-free now) was having some insight into the road ahead. Quitting was really hard at times. Having voices there to tell me how the hard times were temporary, how to cope with them, and most importantly, in concrete terms, what I could expect down the road in terms of comfort (as it applied to nicotine).
I'm at a pretty crucial point in the process right now. I made it to 11 days back in July (aided by a stomach flu that made it easier to turn away from alcohol temporarily). It's been nearly 2 years since I made it more than 2 weeks (16 day), and that's the only time I've gone 2 weeks in probably 5 years. I'm fearful of the days ahead. I really feel like I need some positive visions of life after alcohol. I need to hear that there really is comfort beyond quitting.
My wife doesn't have the same problem I have. She has a problem, but it's not nearly as severe as mine. She can stop... but she has a hard time going more than a couple days without though. We really do have a pretty classic co-dependency relationship. She's the enabler/instigator. I'm the willing participant when she pushes the "go" button.
We both made a commitment to not drink until Thanksgiving. I figured that was a start. But, we've made these commitments a hundred times, and we rarely last very long before one of us uses the other's weakness to jointly break the compact. Tonight, I felt like it was happening. I saw her at work (she works in a pub) and she said in a tone of voice we both recognize, "I don't want to stay in tonight, what'll we do?" I didn't have the strength to shoot her down, but went home, and worried about what fate would bring me. Was just about at the point of resignation that I'd end up losing my week of sobriety once she got home.
She got in, and there was a sporting event on TV that she was interested in. She watched it for an hour or so, and both of us avoided the elephant in the room. I worked on some stuff for my job, and she watched TV. I started cooking something, and that seemed to be enough of something for her to grasp onto that she no longer seemed to be pushing (without saying so) for a night out. I focused on the meal, and by the time we ate, both of us seemed to have recommitted (again, without saying so) to at least making it through today. We won't drink tonight.
That's the basics. As I say, I've thought about my problem a lot. I could probably keep writing for hours. But, I'd rather post what I've written, and pray that some of you have some encouraging glimpses at life without alcohol to offer me. The week hasn't been easy. I gather there are harder things, but part of the insidious nature of addiction is the fact that difficult times are obscured by moments of ease. We then cling to those moments of ease to convince ourselves that maybe it wasn't so bad after all... and so forth...
Thank you for your help.
RP
Hello
Hello am new to this site, i have been married for 13 years now and i have 2 children, my AH drinking is tearing my family apart. He went to AA several years ago because he was drunk everyday but soon stopped because he wasnt as bad as everyone else - his words. Now he tends to drink 5 nights a week sometimes just beer, othertimes brandy and red wine , he drinks to get drunk but says its not a problem he just likes a drink. The trouble is he loves his drink more than he loves us, he becomes sarcastic, irritates the children, looses his temper, swears and i cant stand being anywhere near him. He cant understand why i cant be intimate anymore but i am scared to tell him why because it wont change anything. If we go out he drinks untill he cant stand up straight then passes out when we get home , hes embarassing and he drinks and drives and i am so frustrated. I could go on and on......... sorry for ranting just dont know what to do, i get so confused he can talk his way around everything i say:c020:
coke a cola substitute
Just wondered if anyone has some advice about substituting coke a cola for alcohol.
I have had a rough couple of weeks but have perservered in my quest to give up alcohol totally. I go through exhillerating times and then lows where I feel I am going off my nut. Weekends are my worst. I always used to stroll around my garden with a brandy and coke in my hand staring into space in total peace with the world. But there was always a price to pay for this and apologies to make. I never want to be there again!
Sorry I am going off the topic.
I now still stroll around the garden but with a coke in my hand which I am topping up constantly to fight away my urge.
Am I just fooing myself? I even sip it like a drink!
I dreampt last night I started drinking again. My resolve I had over the past few weeks is weak now that the honeymoon extacy is over.
I have had a rough couple of weeks but have perservered in my quest to give up alcohol totally. I go through exhillerating times and then lows where I feel I am going off my nut. Weekends are my worst. I always used to stroll around my garden with a brandy and coke in my hand staring into space in total peace with the world. But there was always a price to pay for this and apologies to make. I never want to be there again!
Sorry I am going off the topic.
I now still stroll around the garden but with a coke in my hand which I am topping up constantly to fight away my urge.
Am I just fooing myself? I even sip it like a drink!
I dreampt last night I started drinking again. My resolve I had over the past few weeks is weak now that the honeymoon extacy is over.
worries and a dilemma
Hi all!
I got really messed up yesterday: 2 liters of wine, 4 cans of beer, and to end up 'in style' 300ml of blueberry brandy, a local specialty. I didn't have a drop today - the usual routine, Valium, shakes, heart pounding and so on - and tomorrow is my father's birthday: he turns sixty :bday8. He has been a socially functional alcoholic for as long as I can remember; this June, after some medical screening, at my suggestion, he went cold turkey in hospital and stayed so until now. The doctors informed him that he's inches away from liver cirrhosis on account of the mixture between an untreated hepatitis B and 1 liter of Russian vodka a day for way too many years. His heart is not doing well too. Though abstinent, he didn't give up smoking and drinks alcohol-free beer almost daily (probably he still craves the real stuff)... What worries me is that he is in jeopardy of a relapse: several weeks ago, he expressed his desire to have one festive glass of red wine on his birthday party. Instead, we bought a bottle of children's champagne (some stuff with a silly name, Robby Bubble, but non-alcoholic) which we intend to offer him instead of wine. I'm afraid that his craving for wine along with my messed-up looks, when I show up tomorrow at his place (on Day 2), will upset him enough as to drink wine after well. I'm really worried about this, not to mention the feelings of shame and guilt to screw up yet again... Will he stick to the Robby Bubble? I pray he does. Thanks for your attention.
:Val004:
I got really messed up yesterday: 2 liters of wine, 4 cans of beer, and to end up 'in style' 300ml of blueberry brandy, a local specialty. I didn't have a drop today - the usual routine, Valium, shakes, heart pounding and so on - and tomorrow is my father's birthday: he turns sixty :bday8. He has been a socially functional alcoholic for as long as I can remember; this June, after some medical screening, at my suggestion, he went cold turkey in hospital and stayed so until now. The doctors informed him that he's inches away from liver cirrhosis on account of the mixture between an untreated hepatitis B and 1 liter of Russian vodka a day for way too many years. His heart is not doing well too. Though abstinent, he didn't give up smoking and drinks alcohol-free beer almost daily (probably he still craves the real stuff)... What worries me is that he is in jeopardy of a relapse: several weeks ago, he expressed his desire to have one festive glass of red wine on his birthday party. Instead, we bought a bottle of children's champagne (some stuff with a silly name, Robby Bubble, but non-alcoholic) which we intend to offer him instead of wine. I'm afraid that his craving for wine along with my messed-up looks, when I show up tomorrow at his place (on Day 2), will upset him enough as to drink wine after well. I'm really worried about this, not to mention the feelings of shame and guilt to screw up yet again... Will he stick to the Robby Bubble? I pray he does. Thanks for your attention.
:Val004:
Hi, I’m new
Hello Everyone,
I am here because I was an accidental addict to Lorazepam (generic for Ativan) and was addicted after 10 weeks of use...After a 4 month taper (considered fast) I am benzo free as of Aug. 3 but still symptomatic...I have issues (anxiety and insomnia and some depression) but because of the inability to relax I started several mornings of having relatively small amounts of alcohol but discovered any amount during this process sends you to hell...
So I am here to get support to stay away...I only did 5 mornings straight then stopped a couple of days but then 2 more mornings...each time I felt bad, very bad,,but did it out of sheer desperation...
Had to pour the stuff out,,,but I believe I have learned my lesson...just want to make sure I stick to my resolve and know it certainly can't hurt to get support from others fighting this demon. There is a time at 5 am when anxiety is super bad, I'm alone and there is that temptation...so there can never be alcohol available...It is as though all reason goes completely out the window...because I know how sick even a little bit will make me when it reacts with the screwed up gaba receptors that are not recovered from the benzo use/withdrawal...Many people don't know just how serious benzo withdrawal is...it is even much worse than heroin or cocaine because it goes on for months.
I thought I used to drink responsibly before benzos but admit I was using alcohol some of the times to get through situations...which I must say is alcoholism,,,no room for anything less than honesty here...I also was trying everything under the sun to sleep and did use brandy at night to get to sleep also...it worked a little but then ofcourse you wake up...it doesn't solve anything and does not cure insomnia.
Well, guess that is it for now...Thanks for listening and look forward to talking to others...Appreciate this forum,,,and the format seems the same as the TRAP.UK site where I am a member due to my benzodiazepine withdrawal...
Love and hugs,
Karin
I am here because I was an accidental addict to Lorazepam (generic for Ativan) and was addicted after 10 weeks of use...After a 4 month taper (considered fast) I am benzo free as of Aug. 3 but still symptomatic...I have issues (anxiety and insomnia and some depression) but because of the inability to relax I started several mornings of having relatively small amounts of alcohol but discovered any amount during this process sends you to hell...
So I am here to get support to stay away...I only did 5 mornings straight then stopped a couple of days but then 2 more mornings...each time I felt bad, very bad,,but did it out of sheer desperation...
Had to pour the stuff out,,,but I believe I have learned my lesson...just want to make sure I stick to my resolve and know it certainly can't hurt to get support from others fighting this demon. There is a time at 5 am when anxiety is super bad, I'm alone and there is that temptation...so there can never be alcohol available...It is as though all reason goes completely out the window...because I know how sick even a little bit will make me when it reacts with the screwed up gaba receptors that are not recovered from the benzo use/withdrawal...Many people don't know just how serious benzo withdrawal is...it is even much worse than heroin or cocaine because it goes on for months.
I thought I used to drink responsibly before benzos but admit I was using alcohol some of the times to get through situations...which I must say is alcoholism,,,no room for anything less than honesty here...I also was trying everything under the sun to sleep and did use brandy at night to get to sleep also...it worked a little but then ofcourse you wake up...it doesn't solve anything and does not cure insomnia.
Well, guess that is it for now...Thanks for listening and look forward to talking to others...Appreciate this forum,,,and the format seems the same as the TRAP.UK site where I am a member due to my benzodiazepine withdrawal...
Love and hugs,
Karin
Obsession
Ok, I have been posting some pretty heavy threads lately so I thought I would lighten it up by throwing this in.
Hopefully this will bring a smile to your face.
A psychiatrist was conducting a group therapy session with four young Mothers and their small children.
'You all have obsessions,' he observed.
To the first mother, Mary, he said, 'You are obsessed with eating. You've even named your daughter Candy.'
He turned to the second Mom, Ann: 'Your obsession is with money. Again, it manifests itself in your child's name, Penny.'
He turned to the third Mom, Joyce: 'Your obsession is alcohol. This too shows itself in your child's name, Brandy.'
At this point, the fourth mother, Kathy, quietly got up, took her little boy by the hand and whispered, 'Come on, Dick, we're leaving. Your brothers Peter and Willy are waiting for us.'
Hopefully this will bring a smile to your face.
A psychiatrist was conducting a group therapy session with four young Mothers and their small children.
'You all have obsessions,' he observed.
To the first mother, Mary, he said, 'You are obsessed with eating. You've even named your daughter Candy.'
He turned to the second Mom, Ann: 'Your obsession is with money. Again, it manifests itself in your child's name, Penny.'
He turned to the third Mom, Joyce: 'Your obsession is alcohol. This too shows itself in your child's name, Brandy.'
At this point, the fourth mother, Kathy, quietly got up, took her little boy by the hand and whispered, 'Come on, Dick, we're leaving. Your brothers Peter and Willy are waiting for us.'
