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I started drinking at the ripe young age of 9 or 10 years old,i cannot really remember when exactly but i remember loving it and even being aware that there were people in my family most of us actually who already had a problem with alcohol so i remember making a concious decision to grow up and become an alcoholic,i thought it would make me cool. like most other folks in alcoholics anonymous,i was never comfortable in my own skin and always wanted nothing more than to be accepted. i even went so far as to get a little bit older and become a gang member,thats how much i needed acceptance from my fellows. alcohol among many other things allowed me to wear someone elses skin other than my own,i had developed a strong social coping mechanism, and i was not prepared to throw it away anytime soon. little did i know that alcohol and other things would rob me of everything i held near and dear to my heart, and as time went on my family wanted no part of me, i had lost countless jobs, good friends who cared about me and even a place to rest my head at night oh and it got even worse, i lost my freedom on several occasions. then i found alcoholics anonymous after a few trips behind bars and a whole lot of suffering. i went to countless rehabilitation centers and i finally realized that i did not want to go on to the bitter ends, more jails and institutions and even death. since i have been sober (06/29/2007), i have gone to quite a few funerals already and god willing i wasnt the one taking a dirt nap. my life today is better than it has ever been and i thank god on a daily basis for that. today i have good friends and my family back in my life. i even have a wonderful woman in my life and a couple part time jobs. i am also going to school to become an alcohol and drug counselor. what more could a seemingly hopeless alcoholic ask for? God, thank you for alcoholics anonymous!!!:praying

I have been with my boyfriend since July 2007, or a little over a year. In January, a friend of his shared some cocaine with him, which sent him down a slippery path. At this time, he was still suffering from undiagnosed Depression, and is a student in a very rigorous program at a challenging university, so he began using habitually as a coping mechanism. During this time, he also used Ecstasy for the first time. When school ended for the year, his problems did not go away; upon returning home, his beloved dog died, and so he continually used both cocaine and E, sometime at the same time, for a week or so after. Around this time, he finally saw a psychiatrist and was put on medication for his Depression. However, he continued to use cocaine frequently and E occasionally throughout the summer. One night in August, he tried LSD for the first time. He took far too much for a first-time user, and went into a violent state that got his parents involved and opened their eyes to their son's problem. Shortly thereafter, he started attending rehab. He has been off of hard drugs ever since then (he still smokes weed, but that was never his problem, so I don't worry about it).

The only problem is that, even after almost four months of sobriety, he still talks about using coke or E again one day. He maintains that his feelings on those drugs were such happy ones that he simply cannot picture going through the rest of his life never feeling that sort of happiness again.

I understand that there are so many factors that would make him feel this way, namely the depression that was still plaguing him throughout much of his use. Still, it pains me to think that he might go back to drugs; we've talked at length about how painful it was for me during that time. I know that he wants to marry me, and I feel the same way about him. How can I convince him that one day, together, we will have enough happiness in our life that he won't need these drugs?

i reached rock bottom saturday nite and my mom and daughter staged a mini-intervention. i agreed to get sober. today is awful. dizzy, foggy, nausea, emotional, headaches - all i can think of is beer, beer, i gotta have a beer.

was putting away at least a 12 pack a day every day - often more - for about 2 years now. it was my coping mechanism. oh, it's a long story and don't know if i'm even in the right forum, but i figure i could at least try. i feel like (insert dirty word here).

i do have a support system, am too scared to go to AA and can't afford therapy. i would get home around 3:30, stop by the liquor store every day (revolving ones, of course so i was never at the same place 2 days in a row), and start drinking immediately upon arriving home. never mind what would happen when i would go to the bars.

any advice, support, slaps in the face would be appreciated. i have to do this. i want to see my grandkids grow up, my daughter get married, my son get famous (he's a composer). i want to live, but i want to drink so bad. i have made it almost 3 days. that's good, right?

damn miller brewing company!