I thought that the will to act, the steps taken to face the issue, would somehow support the combat against my addiction.
It does not.
Since I took that appointment at the addiction clinic, since I had my first meeting with a very sweet nurse who was 1000% more receptive and convincing than the former "mental health professionals" I've consulted with, I had hoped confronting my issues & deciding to address them would be a first step into helping myself. A first step into reducing, even if minimally, my daily intake. Or make me at ease with the concept of living without a bottle hidden in my rucksack.
It does not.
I'm more stressed out. I'm in constant panic attacks. I'm physically sick if I don't have access to the stuff. And I'm feeling like I drink twice as much. Which I'm probably doing.
I know it's a process, a life-changing one. I know there'll be a grief period; she told me. She told me I'm the only one able to do it. No magic, no technology. Just me.
Just me and that liquid shit.
Thanks for this. I can relate to a lot of it, like knowing that if I fail, it's my first attempt and is part of the process of quitting. I'm going to get help, I'm going to take my medication as prescribed, I'm going to open up to my friends circle since I know they'll support me 100%
Thanks again for sharing your experience. Tbh, I absolutely dread the cravings, I'm terrified of the next few months.