Hey guys,
I’ve given a great deal of thought over the last year to the question of what, if anything, I should post in this thread. I decided many times I wasn’t going to post at all. Ultimately, however, I believe that I have an obligation to update because reading this might help someone. I also truly appreciate the caring that people have shown to each other and to me in this thread and I want to respect that.
For starters, I need to state that anything I post about alcoholism or addiction is MY experience and interpretation. Unless I am quoting directly from any literature, which I don’t plan to do, nothing I write should be interpreted as an official position of Alcoholics Anonymous or any other organization.
OK, with that said, here’s what happened: for some period of time after I quit drinking I think I was doing OK. I was proud I had stopped drinking alcohol and enjoyed not having hangovers, not having my wife worry, etc. But, as I’m certain I posted at some point in the thread, drinking wasn’t really my problem; life without drinking was my problem. Drinking didn’t cause me to lose my family, business, license, etc. It was headed that way, of course, but it didn’t happen.
Life without alcohol was very difficult. I was very unhappy and not really acknowledging that fact with anything approaching real honesty. For as long as I can remember the only times I actually felt “good” were when I was intoxicated or high. So, with that taken away I got very very dry and crispy. In many ways, I was worse off than when I was drinking.
For almost all my life I’ve taken almost all drugs that were offered to me. At some point my doctor gave me some Xanax to help with anxiety about flying and I thought that was pretty good. Over the years (while drinking) I took Xanax “recreationally”, although it’s not really that fun. During that time I had learned where and how to order Xanax over the internet.
After I quit alcohol I took Xanax more regularly. Over time, as my tolerance increased I took more and more. When I lost all the weight my sleep got super ****ed-up, which is when I think the hooks really got into me. In any case, I became addicted. I’ve heard some crazy stories about the enormous amounts of benzos some addicts take, but I think the most I ever took in a day would be like 5 MG. My usual daily was around 3 MG. Literally nobody knew that this had happened – not my wife, not my therapist, not my business partners, not my friends (although I had driven them all away anyway). I was completely alone.
Sometime around the end of 2011 I realized that things were bad – my memory was suffering, I was irritable and withdrawn, etc. So, again, without telling anyone what was happening, I devised a plan to get off the Xanax. I read medical journals, etc, to learn how this worked. I crossed over from Xanax to Valium because Valium has a longer half-life and is thus supposed to be easier to taper off of (debatable). I flirted with starting the process and started to cut down, but I really started the process in earnest in like April or May of 2012. I could write a LOT about the process of quitting benzos, but I don’t really want to do that here. Suffice it to say: everything you’ve heard about benzo addiction and withdrawal is true. It is the worst. I felt like I was losing my mind because I was. The physical and mental withdrawal symptoms are just devastating. Compounding this, I still hadn’t told anybody. So in addition to the withdrawal I was carrying tremendous secrecy and shame. It was really bad.
Sometime around late June or early July 2012 I started to give some real thought to killing myself. I was completely stuck and couldn’t imagine there was a way out of the Hell that I had created. I was sleeping maybe four hours a night, incredibly anxious and depressed, etc. I cried regularly for no apparent reason. At this point my wife clearly could see that I was falling apart, but she didn’t know why and I didn’t tell her.
I was having trouble coming up with a real suicide plan because my brain was so scrambled, something I attributed mostly to my lack of sleep. So I started to learn to meditate, primarily in order to hopefully get some sleep so I could get it together enough to kill myself (my sponsor gets a big kick out of that reasoning). Fortunately, the meditation succeeded in giving my poor brain some breathing room. One morning in August I had a moment of clarity and knew that the jig was up. For the first time in my recent memory, I wanted to live. I knew I needed help. The first person I told about what was happening was my therapist. I told him I didn’t think I had the strength to tell my wife, but he helped me change my mind about that. I told her the next day. The day after that I went to a psychopharmacologist to get medical assistance with my self-designed withdrawal plan and to get a prescription for Valium (so that I wouldn’t be taking German internet Valium anymore, although I really don’t think the product quality was different at all). My plan was very well researched and designed, so I was allowed to continue my very slow taper with medical supervision. I continued the taper to the end and took my last (extremely, extremely tiny by that point) dose of Valium on 12/26/12.
I went to my first meeting of Alcoholics Anonymous on 9/20/12 and committed to the program a week later on 9/27/12. I go to meetings regularly, have a sponsor, and am actively working the steps. I am very lucky that I was in complete and total despair when I walked in the door of my first meeting. I knew that MY way of living really didn’t work. I didn’t necessarily believe that the guys in that room had the answers, but it couldn’t be worse that anything I’d come up with. This has proven, so far, to be correct. I am completely drug and alcohol free and doing pretty well, all things considered. I have good days and bad, but most importantly I have ways of dealing with bad days. I talk to my friends in the program, I talk to my sponsor, and I work the steps. I still have them, but my lows aren’t as low as they were before.
As I said, drinking wasn’t exactly my problem, life was my problem. Drinking was the solution. And for a long, long, time, it worked pretty well. With alcohol I could talk to people (women), feel confident, etc. It worked great, until it didn’t. So I got into a position where I couldn’t live with alcohol and I couldn’t live without it. The program I’m currently following is a way to live without alcohol and not be a huge ****ing mess. If I stopped following this program I don’t think I’d immediately start drinking or using or anything like that. But I would get super crispy. I’d go back to being a terrible husband, father, businessperson, etc. I’d be miserable. Eventually I do believe I would drink, use, or harm myself.
To the people who are wondering if they are alcoholics, my experience is that you should look at how you are when you’re not drinking as opposed to when you are. Also, here is the procedure that is recommended by the program: try an experiment of controlled drinking. Drink two drinks every day – no more, no less – for a month. If you can do that, you are probably not an alcoholic. If you try that experiment and you fail you might want to say “oh, I wasn’t really trying”. Well, that’s up to you. But if you’re serious about it and can’t do the controlled drinking, I would suggest that you might want to seek some help.
Man that turned into a long post. I’m sure there are things I meant to say that didn’t get written, maybe I’ll add stuff later. I am happy to answer questions, but again I will say that I’m not a spokesperson for anything. I’m not going to get into a debate about AA – it has worked great for me and a ton of people I know, that’s it. If you’re really interested in AA you should probably PM me. If someone is reading this and knows they need help and is waiting for a sign, I would suggest to you that this post is it. I would like nothing more than the opportunity to help you.
Finally, I will say that it is highly likely that some of the details in this post conflict with things I’ve posted in the past. For much of this thread I was an active, if secret, addict. If there are contradictory things I’ve posted before, it’s because I was lying, whether I knew I was or not. That’s what I do, lie and obscure the truth. But I’m working on that.
LFS
PS – LO ****ing L at the first line of my OP. “I may or may not be an alcoholic”. That is rich!
Last edited by LFS; 05-06-2013 at 04:40 PM.