I quit. I have to. My body cant take it. No more alcohol.
I just dont get it. I go to the grocery store, and there the liquor section is staring me in the face. And I think, “this will make me feel good.” And in the moment, it does. But fuck, when the drunk wears off, sore body, tired mind, throwing up. Its like sleeping for too long and yet not getting any good rest.
I have to stop. I cant take many more mornings like this one.
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AiC rocks my ass clean off. I hope you can get off the sauce man. When you get to the point you’ve described, sick, tired & puking, I think that’s official alcoholism. I was a casual drinker all my life, no problems, just a nip to take the edge off life, but before you know it you’re in its clutches.
What I did was just aim for 1 week at a time, telling myself at the end of the week I can get assout blitzed. Then tricking myself into 1 more week… repeat as long as you can. There’s no magic method that I know of, just keep trying everything.