Hi all. Today marks the end of WEEK THREE on NAL/ the Sinclair Method. Things have changed noticeably for me, for the better, and I am very encouraged that TSM might actually be, after all, the way that I regain control over alcohol.
I plan to use this thread as a means of journaling my experiences on TSM, much as others do in their own weekly progress threads. Before I recount the experience of the last couple weeks, it seems appropriate to talk about my life pre-TSM.
(takes deep breath- disclaimer and warning, here begins the gigantic novel-length post!)
I’m male, 36, American. I’m easy going, creative (an artist and amateur musician), happy and positive most of the time, and on the sensitive side when it comes to emotional issues, conflict, etc. When I drink, I tend to get extremely friendly, chatty, and outgoing- I want to be everyone’s best friend. I shed exhibitions- talking openly and frankly, acting goofy and foolish, occasionally dancing and/or acting wild. There’s often a lot of fun in this, of course, but there’s also the bad side- sometimes I don’t observe boundaries very well, and sort of overstep them and overstay my welcome. I talk too openly, oftentimes making a fool of myself. This always comes with the dreaded feelings of shame and embarrassment the next day while nursing a terrible hangover.
I began drinking very casually around 16, knowing instantly that I loved it much more so than weed or any other various recreational drugs I tried. Alcohol made me feel awesome- comfortable, witty, wild, courageous. I’d imbibe whenever I could get an older friend to buy for me, which was maybe once or twice a month, on a weekend. At 21, with alcohol suddenly readily available to me, as well as friends and co-workers who seemed to enjoy drinking as much as I did, my consumption rose quickly. No longer confined to occasional weekends, it became a 2-or-3 times per week after work activity, often going way too late into the night. The hangovers at work increased, but I felt like I could handle it all, as I was young and invincible.
I should mention that I ALWAYS smoke fairly heavily when drinking, as well.
Social anxiety also played a large role in my drinking. When faced with the prospect of a party, or socializing with people I didn’t know well, I would often be almost paralyzed by anxiety, but when I would drink, it would melt away and I would be “free” to socialize. Of course, the next day my level of anxiety in general would be worsened. Over the years, my anxiety got heavier and heavier, the only time not feeling it would be when I was drinking. A vicious cycle.
Around 24 or 25 is when I estimate that I transitioned from a heavy drinker to a full alcoholic. Almost all my friends were drinkers too (though not necessarily alcoholics), and I was active in the rock music scene in my city at the time. Band practice, shows, etc. were usually drunken affairs in which I’d put down 6-8 beers or so on average. I wasn’t one to drink daily- instead, it was heavy binge sessions about every two to three days, with a hellish all-day hangover in-between. During the hangover days the thought of drinking (or smoking) made me sick.
Sometime in my mid-twenties I began drinking alone after work or on weekends just to unwind. I was uneasy that I loved drinking so much that I did it alone, increasingly more often, but it became the focus of my relaxation and entertainment. Beers and TV, alone in a dark room, ‘til I stumble to bed and pass out. Sad but true.
This is more or less still my pattern today- the difference being the heavier amount consumed on those binge evenings. When I was younger, I’d be fine with a six pack- then off to bed with a mild hangover to come the next morning. These days, It’s more like anywhere from 8-12 beers (I’ve always preferred the high-alcohol content and hoppy IPA microbrews), half a pack (or more) of smokes, and sometimes adding a few glasses of red wine at the end. By this time the room is spinning, speech slurring, movement stumbly. Routinely I pass out at 5 or 6 am. The next day is a hangover from hell- increasingly calling in sick to work and/or bailing on social events or obligations, as usually I can barely function. I sleep it off, most of the day, spending the remaining hours in front of the TV, depressed as all hell, feeling hopeless. Sometimes the hangover effects even last into the next day. I usually feel intense embarrassment and shame, hoping I hadn’t drunk texted or facebooked something foolish to someone, sometimes checking with friends to make sure I wasn’t “TOO” obnoxious, making apologies for being out of control or saying something uncouth. Oftentimes they’d laugh it off as no big deal, but I’d feel embarrassed and depressed anyway.
The increasing abuse of alcohol has had many damaging effects in my life. I’ve made a mess of myself, often spilling drinks or just being sloppy in general. I’ve had a small handful of true blackouts, one of which I woke up and realized I’d passed out and fallen onto a glass picture frame- broken glass all around me, but luckily unscathed. As disgusting as it is to admit (and I’ll try not to be too graphic…) but in addition to sometimes vomiting at the end of the night, there’s been a couple times where, well… let’s just say I couldn’t quite make it to the restroom in time. Waking up and realizing this… vile state… it often just seemed hopeless.
I’ve lost friendships and relationships, my last ex-girlfriend most notably, who stuck around for 8 years but ultimately abandoned me in my seemingly hopeless addiction. Other close friends have become distant, a few leaving the friendship for good. In addition, I’m ashamed to say that, in younger years, I would sometimes drive while over the limit- In my buzzed/drunk state, I’d “feel fine”- but of course that wasn’t the case- it was my inebriated state influencing my decisions. I thank God that I never hurt anyone. One of the BEST things that ever happened to me was three years ago- getting pulled over, arrested, and charged for DUI. Somehow I thought it’d never happen to me, but it did. (I was driving too slowly/carefully, in an attempt to drive “sober”, and a cop noticed and pulled me over). The resulting couple years of no license, no driving, courts, lawyers, shame, embarrassment, financial burden, alcohol awareness classes, etc etc etc. were no fun to say the least. Thankfully, I was able to plead the DUI charge down to a lesser charge. Ever since then I’ve been extremely careful not to drive whenever drinking. I thank God that I got that DUI arrest because if I hadn’t, I might have never changed my perspective for the better when it comes to driving and alcohol.
While I’m happy that I can control at least THAT little bit of harm reduction, the picture is still bleak. I’m still binge drinking with the same regularity and the high amounts. I’m still missing work, missing creativity and life, hating myself, feeling intense depression, anxiety, remorse, etc. Something clearly has to change.
Over the years I’ve made a number of attempts to gain control and/or quit entirely. I’ve attended AA meetings, but never more than just a couple at a time before I abandoned it and was back to drinking. Around 2005, I found a non-twelve step, private outpatient rehab-sobriety group. I attended this, 2 to 3 times per week, for about 6 months. It was helpful in gaining control over emotions and awareness over triggers, but I was never able to abstain from drinking for more than a week or two. The physical urge was just too great, every time. I felt weak and ineffective, hopeless and lost. I’ve also tried Antabuse, for a couple months at a time, only to have my addiction “win out” by convincing me that I should stop taking the Antabuse and reward myself with a binge. This went on for a few times before I finally just abandoned it. I briefly tried the Vitamin Cure advocated by the Seven Weeks to Sobriety but abandoned it (I couldn’t take 50 pills a day for very long).
That’s my present routine, and as I’m sure some of you can relate, it’s a terrible waste of a life that could be so much better spent. I literally lose about half my time each week to drinking and recovering. I could, and should, be using that time towards the many creative projects that I’ve dreamed of pursuing for many years (my long-time dream of self-publishing art/illustration books, graphic novels, children’s illustrated storybooks, etc.) That’s my ultimate goal, to regain control over alcohol, and thus regain my time, mood, and self-respect. That may take the form of abstinence or moderation, I’m not sure yet- but control it I must, or I’m headed on a one-way trip to alcoholic haze hell for the rest of my life. I have multiple family members who are alcoholics- it runs heavily in my family. With the older family members whose alcoholism is more advanced than mine, I’ve seen it utterly destroy their families, their ability to connect with people, ability to hold down a job and provide for themselves, and their general state of being, and it’s scary as hell to think that I’ll have a similar fate if I don’t gain control.
At my lowest, as recent as a couple weeks ago, I’d sometimes entertain thoughts about being “gone”, going so far as to fantasize about just “disappearing”, or even ending my life. I am lucky enough, though, that I DO have the love of some amazing family, as well as my amazingly supportive and loving girlfriend, and so I could never actually bring myself to actually do it-- but I would sometimes find some weird solace in the fantasy, maybe because I felt my situation was so bleak and hopeless.
It was at this lowest point that I confided in my girlfriend about my state of despair and she encouraged me, telling me of how it was time to get back out there and search for another answer. Emboldened by this, I did a mini-shopping spree on amazon, buying any well-reviewed book on treating alcoholism I could find, and one of them happened to be The Cure for Alcoholism.
So, now I’ve found some hope in TSM. Now, I am optimistic that I will indeed gain control. Now, I am hopeful that even though the journey may be long, I will eventually be able to have a good, full life.
So, as of three weeks ago, I’ve got my NAL prescription from a TSM-friendly doctor. For the sake of my own journaling, a couple other notes of the state of my health-
In addition to NAL, I take Effexor daily to treat depression and anxiety (it has been EXTREMELY helpful for these, and I’ll continue to take it for the foreseeable future). I also take Armor Thyroid for hypothyroidism (under-active thyroid) and omeprazole for esophagitis/GERD. I take a handful of daily supplements, including 3000 mgs of Vitamin C, a multivitamin, a bunch of Omega-3 Fish Oil, and daily doses of L-Glutamine and “No-Flush” Niacin, both of which I’ve read can help with alcohol cravings. Despite occasional attempts at the contrary, my exercise is little to none, and my diet fluctuates from very healthy at times, to very unhealthy (fast food and sweets). Both of those things, of course, I wish to change as well—but gaining control over alcohol is priority #1.
If anyone’s still reading this after such a long entry, thanks! And thanks even to those who tried, and said “screw this, I wonder what’s on TV”
OK, now that I have my big recap chronicled, done, and out of the way, next up it’s time to write about Week One.
Thanks all!