Post by caressa on Jul 8, 2011 19:15:19 GMT -5
To an alcoholic, changing drinks is like changing cabins on the Titanic. - Unknown origin
This reminded me of my ex-husband who generally drank beer because he became violent when drinking hard liquor.
Me I didn't like beer, had trouble getting beyond the taste and the smell. Yet drank one on occasion, and one night when my husband was too drunk to finish his beer, I drank it rather than leave it on the table.
Comparing myself to him almost killed me. Comparing myself to others in recovery, kept me sick. Thinking I was better than some because I didn't use what they did. Feeling less than because of my track record with men on my quest for more love, attention, and wanted them to keep my in the style I wanted to be accustomed to.
Alcohol is alcohol no matter what the brand. Some just went down smoother than others. When I went to a certain Legion, they had one of my favorite's on tap, Johnny Walker's Gold. Every time I went there, I got royally p*ssed, even so, I would never let my husband drive home, mainly because he was in worse shape than I was.
When I tried to quit drinking, I escalated my pill intake. Instead of being p*ssed, I walked around stoned. In the end, I was starting to drink again.
I was grateful that I got so sick smoking Wacky Tabbacky, I might not have lived to make it to the doors of recovery.
I left AA at one time because there were so many people on pill and pot maintenace and I didn't have any tolerance toward them. I went to NA. I figured if I was going to be around people who used drugs, I might as well be there. I loved their literature when I discovered it in treatment in 1991.
I ended up going to Al-Anon and went to AA and NA as required. I went to AA for my denial. I go to NA for identification. I go to Al-Anon for my recovery. Now that I am on the internet, I have 3-333 reasons to go to Al-Anon.
Don't pick up, no matter what!
This reminded me of my ex-husband who generally drank beer because he became violent when drinking hard liquor.
Me I didn't like beer, had trouble getting beyond the taste and the smell. Yet drank one on occasion, and one night when my husband was too drunk to finish his beer, I drank it rather than leave it on the table.
Comparing myself to him almost killed me. Comparing myself to others in recovery, kept me sick. Thinking I was better than some because I didn't use what they did. Feeling less than because of my track record with men on my quest for more love, attention, and wanted them to keep my in the style I wanted to be accustomed to.
Alcohol is alcohol no matter what the brand. Some just went down smoother than others. When I went to a certain Legion, they had one of my favorite's on tap, Johnny Walker's Gold. Every time I went there, I got royally p*ssed, even so, I would never let my husband drive home, mainly because he was in worse shape than I was.
When I tried to quit drinking, I escalated my pill intake. Instead of being p*ssed, I walked around stoned. In the end, I was starting to drink again.
I was grateful that I got so sick smoking Wacky Tabbacky, I might not have lived to make it to the doors of recovery.
I left AA at one time because there were so many people on pill and pot maintenace and I didn't have any tolerance toward them. I went to NA. I figured if I was going to be around people who used drugs, I might as well be there. I loved their literature when I discovered it in treatment in 1991.
I ended up going to Al-Anon and went to AA and NA as required. I went to AA for my denial. I go to NA for identification. I go to Al-Anon for my recovery. Now that I am on the internet, I have 3-333 reasons to go to Al-Anon.
Don't pick up, no matter what!