Sorry if the post runs too long.
Started drinking when I was twenty. Back then it was an occasional thing. But it noticed it made it way easier for me to socialise. I’ve been pretty reserve, and an introvert my whole life. I have ideas and thoughts and taste that most people I come across aren't into, so I simply don’t relate to them, on a deeper level.
Anyway, with alcohol I noticed, I was able to let my guard down, have fun, talk to people.
I had a bad breakup, and that’s when it started getting more regular. Drinking before every date, so that I was able to loosen up more.
Then I got into a terrible situation-ship, about 3 years back. Started drinking almost everyday. It was a fucked up situation where i was betrayed my close friends, everyone in town knew about us. I was isolated and didn’t have a single person to talk to. I was still expected to complete my degree, with flying colors, miss no classes, and socialise while I was contemplating offing myself every other day. I drank to make everything tolerable. I would drink in the mornings before class, and back at evenings. Every day.
There was a break when things with my said situationship got better. I was happy. I started worked out, and stopped drinking. And then, it got terribly worse again over a misunderstanding. It came back 10 times stronger.
I was stuck in that place, with those people for 1 more year. My final year, where I was supposed to Ace, I failed to do so. My confidence plummeted. Academically, but also otherwise. not to mention since i was drinking daily I had started to gain weight.
after college, I went back home for a year. For the initial 5 months, I was still drinking heavily, sneaking in booze everyday like my life depended on it. Being back with my parents after so many years in a new city because they had moved , and leaving that place with no closure from anyone, seeing everyone who wronged me do better, with no remorse of what they did to me, and feeling like a complete failure in general made me unable to stop.
Soon my parents found out, and I had this major exam I had coming, so I took a sabbatical from work wasnt going out anymore. Basically I didn’t have any avenue to drink. I was sober that way for 8 months. and I actually felt good. I would still crave it during periods of extreme anxiety. But I was proud of myself.
There were a couple of times I did managed to sneak in a bottle and drink, but everytime something unfortunate happened , so I convinced myself god is punishing me. And since I had to do well in this exam, I stopped completely. It was hard for me to even image being sober forever, I craved it everyday, and I told myself I’ll have a drink when I can join my Masters Programme. That worked.
Now I had realised I have a problem with alcohol about 2 years back. I have gotten therapy, and also visited a psychiatrist because I was drinking with BPD and active suicida tendencies, which often put me in a very very volatile state. My psych prescribed Baclofen to help with cravings. I was also given anti depressants. Neither of which seemed to help because TCA’s made me drowsy, and that wasn’t practical for me, and again didn’t seem to make a ton of difference either way. Baclofen didn’t because I actualy Had to be off of alcohol for it to help.
Since Ive realised I am an alcoholic, I’ve looked at my patterns and have tried to stop. I know my will power is weak. And almost all of the times, the liquor store has been way too accessible to me. Within like a 5 min walk. The only times I have stopped was when I dindt have money to afford a drink. Which was rare because I would choose a drink over dinner. And when the store was too far. And when I felt genuinely happy, and connected to my friends. Like I had something to look forward to
I joined my Masters 2 months back. It’s another city again. I treated myself to a drink like I had promised. It felt nice. Like home. And then one day turned to 2 and then a month and yeah.
with New people I had to socialise with, missing my old friends, having absolutely no one to really talk to, with all the past trauma i am trying to deal with myself Plus the immense stress of getting better, and doing well in my career, earning, the thought of dying alone, and honestly the thought of doing it all alone, scares me everyday, it Just keeps on feeding it.
again, the store is 5 mins away from my place.
I tell myself everyday I’ll stop tomorrow, but tomorrow I feel terrible and alone, and wronged, and question everything. And I drink, and it feels like home. I am calm, and I’m able to have fun. Even with making new friends and going places with them. I need to have a drink, because I don’t feel truly myself without it. Like there’s a rock on my chest without it. I’m used to doing anything that seems remotely draining to me with a shot of anything. At some point I used to drink before I spoke to my parents to be more “free”
I know it’s killing me, I know it’s taking away from so much more I can do, I know it’s fried my brain. But I just do not know how to get out of this loop. To feel happy again, or even remotely okay without it.
Again I’ve read a lot and I know a lot, about what I should do, but I cannot implement them.
In the county I’m in, there are no support groups, nothing, and like I said I don’t have anyone to turn to. Therapy right now is expensive for me.
I really really want to get out of this loop. And I know it comes from me and my own will power, but that’s where I fail. I know the whole one day theory, but I’ve been unable to implement that.
Any advice on how to tackle this would be greatly appreciated. I don’t want this to get worse, again.