Crown86,
Well first of all my friend, Jimmy Buffet??? Ewwwwwww!
But musical tastes aside, I know exactly where you are coming from. I have a friend that was badly addicted to heroin like 6-7 years ago. He had to go into rehab, and kick the junk. He now says that although heroin is a terrible monkey to have on your back, he always felt sorry for the Alchi's in rehab.
Two reasons why...
#1) Heroin wrecks your brain sure, but it doesn't really affect your liver, kidneys, stomach, blood pressure, pancreas, etc. the way alcohol does. Alcohol destroys it all, as if by sport.
#2) Getting off heroin is a pain, but at least heroin is completely socially unacceptable. He'll never have to worry about going to his sister's wedding, or a friend's graduation, or just watching a ball game on TV with friends, and having to sit around while the whole room does heroin. But alcoholics have to look at their drug of choice rubbed in their face on a daily, if not hourly basis. That would be pure hell.
Well, that is exactly the case for us alcoholics. But I do have to admit, since I started taking Naltrexone, my laziness has become an asset. Before, I would pop up and down off the couch to get a new beer, every 15-20 minutes. But now, when I finish a beer (which takes three times as long to do), I usually end up sitting there for another 15-20 minutes thinking, "Oh I'll get up and get another one in a few minutes." And after a whole evening of that, I have only had 3-4 beers, instead of my standard 9 or so.
The numbers are great. But even if I was still drinking 9-12 beers on Naltrexone, the clarity of thought has been a God send. At the end there right before I got Naltrexone, I was pretty cloudy in the head. As the beers washed in like water, I had definitely made the transition from someone who was on a bender to someone that is simply out of control. Slurring speech, forgetting people's names, asking the same question more than once, and just absolutely drowning in my sorrows.
Now, the sorrows are still there, but I feel like I am actively looking at them rather than just pouring beer all over them. There's a line from a Gilian Welch song called "Wrecking Ball" that reminds me very much of how I am feeling.
Well now, boys, I'm a rollin stone.
That's what I was when I just left home.
I took every secret that I'd ever known
And headed for the wall
Like a wrecking ball.
Started down a little road of sin
Playin bass under a pseudonym.
The days were rough, and it's all quite dim,
But my mind cuts through it all
Like a wrecking ball.
I don't know. Call me cheesy, but that line really sticks out for me now, in a way that it never did before.