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Originally Posted by madisgram
can't call u an alcoholic only you can qualify yourself, james. but if you are the majic word is acceptance of where you have arrived. not admitting we are alcoholic but accepting we are and resolving to change and free ourselves of the bondage of addiction.
when alcoholics drink the alcohol controls them not the other way around. if it worth it to be controlled? to submit to something that dictates our life, our decisions or lack thereof?, to numb our feelings so we're a shell of a person?, to hibernate so we can drink as we wish cutting off ourselves from life and friends?
alcohol promises us the world and gives us misery instead. a hopeless existance. we have given up and become powerless. alcohol dictates our existance.
is this truely LIVING? or is it not a waste of talents? is it not only a semblance of true life?
only we can decide which path we choose. we can choose the road less traveled. but it takes courage and willingness.
those of us who have acted on our own free will have found a world of discovery. a world of joy not nothingness. a world free of void. a world of loving oneself not self-hatred.
why not look at your life now and list what you are, have, feel, hope for. list the "benefits".
then list what you wish for your life. list the benefits of what and who you can become. the answers are there.
hope this may help you, dear friend.  you are special. you are unique. there is not another you in this entire world. set yourself free!
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I never really gave this the response it deserved and I probably only glanced at it in some kinda shame but I returned to read it again and I thank you madi...
I feared the drink so severely that it just filled me with horror because I have survived fearlessly for so long and yet I have serious vulnerabilities!
not superhuman not magnificent but simple harmless pathetic unmajestic hopeless......ordinary human.
I didn't want to fear anything....especially not the drinks they remove the fears most regular people have but I cannot face....
life is incomplete without loss and it's too much!
the drinks enter my home as welcome as a friend when not so long ago the drinks were homeless barely able to subsist unopened.
is this apathy in it's most believable disguise? I don't know?
is it just me being realistic and facing my fears and challenging the alcoholism because all illnesses combined insist on finding a way through the maze