Thank you, everybody. I am depressed, there is no getting around that, but some of you will know that my real demon is drinking.
Yesterday, I drank every beer in the house, all three cans, by ten a.m. then had a shot of brandy. I didn't even feel buzzed. Then I alternately solved sudoku puzzles and slept the rest of the day.
I'm slowly killing myself with alcohol. It is causing a few health issues that I am too afraid of even saying aloud or writing down.
The universe gave me a dope slap up side my head this past week, and I have been struggling against the truth of it.
I don't want to stop drinking because it makes me feel normal and I can't get through the day without it. Drinking deadens the pain in my life.
I can't keep drinking because, um... because, it makes me stupid and fat and depressed. And it's killing me. I'm beginning to not want to die. Fuck.
I really don't want to start going to meetings again. I struggle. I isolate.
It was about this bad when I first went to AA. It was Easter Sunday, and as I drove up to the noon meeting at the Dogwood Club, I saw several grizzled and haggard creatures lounging outside. I almost kept on driving, but didn't.
There were maybe 15 people inside, and they held a special first step meeting just for me, and I didn't take another drink for 16 years after that day. Goddamn it, I don't want to have to go through all of that again.
But I have to stop drinking. I have to stop killing myself. I have to stop acting in a reckless and criminal manner.
Please, you all, send me your love. I'm gonna need it.