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I have a drinking ritual and I absolutely hate it. In my head, it always seems like a brilliant idea, that I'll be happy, relaxed.. but once I start to fulfil this ritual (a bottle of wine on the porch) I end up feeling miserable, tired and drunk.. not in a jolly way either. I'm so used to this ritual from when I was undiagnosed and unmedicated, that it seems to have stuck even though it does nothing for me. I waste immense amounts of money on wine, and there's no point.. I don't even get happy drunk. There was a time when drinking sent me absolutely manic, but since starting Seroquel a month ago, this has since ceased.
Has anyone ever developed a drinking ritual that has found it hard to kick even on the road to recovery?
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Yes, it can be very hard to kick those habits, especially if we practice them alone and don't try to replace them with anything more healthy.
I would start with your head and remembering the miserable, tired, drunk (not in a jolly way :-) part? Actually, I would start with not buying the wine in the first place. I would also think of a project or for finding a way to relax in the evening that is more healthy; maybe an evening yoga or exercise class? Get to know a few people?
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good question birdsnesthair. alcohol is a depressant. taking MI medications mixed with alcohol is not recomended except in small doses. i drank on MI meds and went into a semi coma. also being a recovering alcoholic i learned that problem drinkers over time will note no benefits of drinking. meaning not gaining any response from alcohol intake. i hope this info may help you.
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you could reduce what you drink. pour a bit down the drain before you drink on the porch, pouring out a little more each time.
Then you'll have to find something to replace it like Perna said.
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My ritual too included a bottle of wine, not a small one either. I didn't always finish it as it often put me to sleep. The first glass was always heavenly and I often felt creative, talkative, enthusiastic about things but from thence on it was just pure drinking to get blotto. Generally several large glasses would put me out. Then I would get up in the wee hours, put up the water for coffee, determined to make a fresh start but would inevitably instead reach for the remaining cupful of wine and drink it rapidly down. Sometimes this bought me a little more sleep but invariably, I wanted more. Since I was actively trying to quit drinking, I never had more than one bottle in the house at a time, so at that point I was screwed. Then the cycle of going out to buy another bottle began all over again.
You must find some way to break the cycle. Exercise, dance lessons, yoga class, anything to get you out of the house, the more vigorous the activity the better. The first few months will be the hardest but as your body recovers, so will your mind and your mind will be seeking the things that used to be yours until drinking obliterated them. Go gently on yourself at first, don't sweat it if you slip up, just keep reminding yourself that the madness has got to end at some point if you don't want to be condemned to misery for the remainder of your years. You're already ahead of the game, now that you've recognized the problem. You also know the solution. Be pragmatic about it, don't make it into something it's not, some insurmountable problem. Nor should you take it lightly. Once you have some sobriety, you have a beachhead and can gain strength from your body's lessening dependence on alcohol. We're all pulling for you. Good luck. |
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I was going to post something similar to this. I admitted to my husband last night after an entire BIG bottle of wine alot of angry hurt feelings he's given me, which I've expressed sober. The only happy day in our entire relationship was when we had our kid. He's gotten sober and doing really well. I don't drink to hide anything in fact it brings it screaming out, he said he was worried and wanted me to slow down on drinking after I had a blubberfest explaining how much hurt he's caused me. What he doesn't get is that I drink because I'm bored, I have no social life, no job, not in school and feel I'm depressed. I sometimes start drinking at 2 o clock you know a glass with lunch, the bottle is gone by the end of the night. I don't feel like I need it or entirely want it, I just like to drink I think maybe I drink to feel if that makes sense..? I dont know but I do agree with slowing down, the 4 am dehydration and pees are no fun either.
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Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark, in the hopeless swamps of the approximate, the not-quite, the not-yet, the not-at-all. Do not let the hero in your soul perish, in lonely frustration for the life you deserved, but have never been able to reach. Check your road and the nature of your battle. The world you desired can be won. It exists, it is real, it is possible, it is yours..~Ayn Rand |
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...the bottle knows my name...I know where to get close enough to hear it called...
we....me and the bottle,...have this peculiar understanding. I mean?....it's not as though I am even thirsty! ...once I begin the intoxication adventure, my world inverts with interplanetary force and the emotional whirlpool I flap about in gets sucked into a galactic vortex all immediate and violent and gentle. I like to drink to 'watch' a single channel in my television head. I cannot focus on the blurry pantomime of fundaMENTAL daily living... ...not for long the chemical seduction overtakes my regular habits and becomes my 'ritual' ...once in this condition I appropriate all the management skills I can manifest...into subjugating myself to this 'brand new' experience! ....as though I forgot what happened last time? my image has transcended...utterly...like a solar flare burns the crap out of anything within 700 thousand miles... the invitations keep arriving!...I have subdued the black beasts enjoying rambunctious folly in my head! I accept the invitations....and ARRIVE at my very own party....like an undressed clown released by accident from a despicable little room in a huge asylum! ...the illness soup of liquid dis-satisfaction enters not only my mouth....but my very creation....and determines my fate with such ambivalence! ...it does not ask me to care for it...and expects not even my best qualities...it sees me panic ...from a distance self re-generating.. that bottle I have one in my hand now my only intention is to empty it! INCREDIBLE! |
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