I've just read a really 'good' book (I say 'good' because it was a very upsetting and disturbing read - but it captures alcoholism perfectly from everyone's perspective - the alcoholic and the family living with them.
The book is fiction and is called Another Love by Amanda Prowse
http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/26803697-another-love For anyone who has been struggling with TSM and feels they aren't getting anywhere - read this. Even though I've been following TSM religiously for more than a year, I was feeling that I wasn't getting anywhere fast. However reading this takes me back to how my life used to be, and even though I don't consider myself anywhere near 'cured' I can see that I have made significant progress for the better.
This is a very sad (and very real) story about an intelligent woman with a fantastic job, lovely house, loving husband and a beautiful little girl, who starts enjoying a glass of wine in the evenings, which slowly turns to a bottle or two and then starts tippling earlier and earlier in the day until she is totally out of control. When I read how she used to hide bottles of alcohol in wellington boots and backs of cupboards and sneaks miniature bottles into her bags - I remember doing all of those things once. She talks about how even though she desperately loves her husband and daughter, getting her next drink becomes much more important.
The woman in this story loses everything - her job, her home and her family. She reaches rock bottom until she finally gets the help she needs. However, one thing that strikes me about this story is that even after being 'dry' for 18 months her craving for alcohol is still there raging in the background of everything she does. When the book describes her massive craving - I remember feeling that - climbing the walls. Feeling like I would do anything to get a drink.
Whilst I still consider that I still drink too much (probably four bottles of wine a week) - my life is so much better than before. I can actually have three days a week without alcohol now and I don't climb the walls with craving on those days. I remember when we used to go out for an evening (for a meal or the cinema when I knew I would only be able to get away with having one or two glasses of wine) I would hide a few miniature wine bottles in my bag and nip to the loo to drink them. I remember hiding bottles of wine in the back of a cupboard and would open a bottle of wine in the fridge, drink one glass from that and then polish of the hidden ones so that my husband would think I'd only had one glass!
I haven't hidden alcohol for a long, long time. I don't need to anymore. If we go out and I only have one or two drinks, I'm fine with that. I remember once when I would spend my whole day thinking about when I could have my first glass of wine, looking at the clock and willing it to move faster. I remember refusing invitations to things because I knew that it would interfere with my drinking.
Reading this book and remembering back to how my life was a year ago makes me realise that TSM is working (slowly) for me. I still have a way to go (four bottles of wine a week is way too much) but it's better than 12 or 14 bottles that I was drinking previously. It also makes me feel very sad for all of those people out there addicted to alcohol who haven't discovered TSM. The thought of trying to live a sober life with those constant cravings and temptation to relapse must be so demoralizing.