So I put it off.
Life was okay, I figured, work, drink, repeat. Maybe I could repair some fractured relationships some day, but in the mean time I was productive, kept my home in order and didn’t bother anybody. My drinking was my problem, and the people who didn’t accept that had a choice, my way, or the highway. When they chose the highway I still put the decision to stop drinking off. All by myself I drank. With everybody gone it became abundantly clear that I was drinking not because of them, rather it was because of me. I wasn’t seeking others to drink with, I drank alone. And I liked it. With just me and the booze life was simple. There was no nagging, no sneaking, lying or pretending I wasn’t drunk. It was good, clean honest suicide.
Living with a habit that controls you destroys your confidence one drink at a time. Thinking that you will finally fight that habit one day, one hour, one minute or one second at a time begins to rebuild it. Soon, that simple sincere though, “I can stop drinking” becomes as obsession, and before long the day of action arrives.
1. I found an AA meeting close to home and decided to attend, that night.
2. I called my wife, and told her of my decision to stop drinking. The fact that she was less than optimistic hurt, but was understandable.
3. I sought and found professional help.
Sometimes life forces you to wing it to achieve results. The fight against alcoholism is not one of those times. Winging it cost me decades of productive, sober living.
Without a properly thought out plan to stop drinking alcoholically, with achievable results that I truly wanted I likely would be homeless or worse.
One of the tools that I learned from people who had walked in my shoes was to see the drink through. I started seeing the big picture.
Drinking was no longer a temporary fix for the day’s frustrations; it was a life stealing curse that I absolutely did not need.
Defining the drink for what it was made going back to that drink inconceivable.
Perhaps the biggest surprise in my newly sober life was the realization that nobody but those directly affected by my drinking cared whether or not I drank. It just isn’t important to them what I do. When I was drinking I truly believed that my drinking was necessary for social acceptance. It wasn’t. It isn’t. It never will be.
The only thing I need to be socially acceptable is me.