What A Difference A Year Makes

Yep, today is an anniversary of sorts.

One year ago today I went on my last, epic, drunk.

Tomorrow is the anniversary of being sober for one year.

No meetings, no support groups, I just don’t drink anymore by sheer willpower and the Grace of God.

 

Don’t get me wrong, I do have my moments when chugging a couple of ice cold beers is almost irresistible but I know from experience that once I start, I don’t stop until I pass out.

Watch this guy in the video for a laugh and then think about what I am about to say, I have been so drunk it makes this clown look like a rookie.

 

 

I used to black out and still function.

Wake up wondering where the fuck I was at and how the fuck I got there.

 

I was drinking a fifth of straight whiskey and chasing it with beer every fucking day.

I weigh about one fifty/sixty.

That’s hardcore, I don’t give a fuck who y’are.

Puke?

I would puke every morning and it got so bad I was puking in anything handy day and night.

I still got up and went to work almost every day too.

They call that functional alcoholism and I was fucking good at it.

I have pretty much lost everything I ever had because of it too.

A marriage, two houses, totaled over thirty cars and have had so many car , motorcycle and personal accidents I have literally lost count but it is well over a hundred by now.It’s called being out of control except I called it  life as usual.

 

One year ago I crossed a big line and came close to losing everything again. My wife especially.

 

That was enough.

I don’t want to lose her, she is the best thing that ever happened to me so I sat down with a hangover that would kill a mere mortal and did a little soul searching.

I think I made the right decision.

I can see a lot of changes in my life and it ain’t always a bowl of cherries but it is a damn sight better than I probably deserve.I look back at some of my older rants and just laugh now.

I have shit to do so I’m going to go do it instead of thinking about it and looking at it through the bottom of a bottle.

 

Thanks fer stopping by.

 

 

 

12 thoughts on “What A Difference A Year Makes

  1. Congratulations! I had to make that call, too, as an undergrad. On my 26th, I drank double my age in beers. Shoulda killed me, really. But shortly after, I quit cold, and went over 13 years without a drink. I drink now, but rarely more than 9 a night, normally 8 or 9. I always remember deciding it’s time for bed, and that’s my touchstone. I know if I puke or black out, time to go cold turkey again. I also know I can do it- I’ve done it before.

  2. I know I speak for the entire family when I say “Congratulation”. Have insight into the pain you went thru to make this happen so it is especially gratifying.

    • When you speak for the entire family, I would expect a big Thank God, FINALLY!
      I am aware of the pain and embarassment I put you all through.

      Sorry doesn’t quite seem adequate but it will have to do for now.
      Love ya Pops.

  3. Good on you, well done sir.
    Meetings, programs, it all come down to one very simple things – don’t fucking drink !
    Even after 19 yrs. sober I still occasionally imagine that ice-cold, slushy to the point of freezing, beer on a hot south Florida day, but always recall my undeniable past that reminds me that one was NEVER enough.

    So congats big guy, keep on keepin on.

    John in SoFlo

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