It's been almost 2 weeks since my last post--geeeeeeeez, time passes by too bloody fast!
I continued my glorious low unit evenings (2 units) for about a week and then KABOOM! I sucked down a bottle of champagne in one evening like it was a soda pop. Once again terror filled my entire body, "oh, no, I'm slipping back into hell!"
So I decided to take action and impose a tiny bit of effort, something I've been totally against since the beginning of TSM, and it worked! I drank 2/3 of a bottle of pinot grigio for a few nights and now I'm drinking 4 units a night. If I try and articulate it a little bit better this "effort" that I speak of is more of an "awareness" rather than effort. I have a little conversation in my head that goes something like this, "do I really want any more wine tonight? I know I'll feel much better and so proud of myself if I stop right here, but another glass would be fun! Really? NO! The only thing it will give me is a fat ass and most likely a headache in the morning. OK, so I won't have any more. BUT if I crawl into bed and cannot stop thinking about that sparkly wine then I'll go get a glass....sounds good!" And then I never end up going and getting that glass of wine, in fact, I totally forget about it and I'm on to something else like a blue bottle fly.
I'm on week 24 (6 long months) and I now look back and laugh thinking I'd be cured in 3 or 4 months. But who can blame me? Most of us have read Roy Eskapa's brilliant book and we hang on his every word, including the average cure rate is 3-4 months with a steady decline in cravings and units. If ever a book needed a "revised edition" or "addendum" it is this one. Only a lucky few get off this easy, and most of us will take much, much longer. I think it's foolish to think this raging alcoholism that runs in my family and has been a huge pain in the butt for me for about 15 years is simply going to disappear in a handful of months. I'm also starting to look at it like a lifelong process as opposed to a destination to arrive at, after all, I can never drink again without taking naltrexone. Arriving at some fixed point and announcing I'm cured is as silly to me as getting married and thinking the work is over.
I also think we'd all be a lot better off focusing on the achievements we've made on TSM and giving ourselves credit for them, rather than focusing on and obsessing about the almighty "cured" state of being because focusing our attention on this makes it even more elusive and unobtainable.
I'm sure many of you, if you unclutter your mind for a moment, will see many little signs of being cured. They may seem small, they may be fleeting, but ask yourself, would this have been possible pre-TSM? Whether you leave just a little bit of wine in the bottle one night, or find that you don't reach for the bottle the minute you walk through the door (it may be the second minute!)-- these are indeed accomplishments and we must give ourselves credit for them and focus on them and them alone. After all, TSM is no different than anything else in life, it is the journey, not the destination that counts.
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