I grew up in an abusive, alcoholic household. It was awful when my mom was drinking, but almost more awful for the short periods of time she would decide to quit. Every time, I let my guard down, even though I knew better. It was almost like I couldn't help it..I wanted so badly to be loved. And, EVERY time, she'd start drinking again, I couldn't predict when it would happen and the abuse would start up out of the blue. It was worse to have my hopes up and be surprised by it than to just have it be an ongoing, every day thing. She still "quits drinking " to this day, and it's still triggering.

So. T giving up alcohol for lent just brought up a lot of old PTSD stuff.