It's known already. On my 32nd birthday, I drank my brains out, whiskey + vodka, got absolutely out cold to celebrate how unhappy I am. Of course, everybody knows that the translation here is: To medicate how unhappy I am, which I've been doing since around the age of 20 when my birthday started being a very depressing day, something I was not looking forward to.
I got scared after that drinking madness and that made me to be 2 weeks sober. But then I lost control again. That fuckin meeting with my team always seems to come in the most inappropriate moments. The last one I had been to, I was 40+ days sober! Of course I drank (not much though, beer) but the seed was planted. Not the next day but eventually I returned back to my drinking habit because my addicted self was telling me: "That was not drinking! Come on, get your share! And then you can quit!" Mhm.
This time was exactly the same. I was actually pretty determined to continue with the streak but hearing about the meeting (which always involves alcohol) made me... yes, think about alcohol. I ended up drinking 2 days before going to the meeting!
Why am I saying this? Because I've lost control of my sobriety again when everything was promising. One second of being overwhelmed by what life threw at me in terms of temptation and that was it. Since then I'm not recovering.
Today, I was at the shopping center. To buy some things. All the way there the conflict between do it don't do it was going on inside of me. I got there, bought what I needed and then, I was on the fuckin escalator, going up to the store. I entered a very depressive state. I was staring at myself in the mirror. I was depressed for going to the store to buy alcohol. I didn't want to go, I was depressed about the whole thing but I could not stop myself. In any shape or form. And then I knew I was in big trouble. Because I am in big trouble. My craving for alcohol has gone up. My withdrawal after drinking has gone up (Agitation + Can't sleep). The rope is getting tighter. I'm getting deeper and deeper into alcoholism. Today I didn't even care about porn. I was worried about my alcohol problem. And I don't even know why I wrote this. Who cares.