Hello All. Work has been so busy, and frankly, when you look at my Signature, my units for weeks 7 and start of week 8, it is clear that on most nights, I have been in no condition to post.
It is funny how I am tempted to lie to hide the truth on an anonymous (I hope) board such as this. However, because I have benefited from the threads of those who have come before me, I will continue to post the hard, cold, truth. This is to document my own personal journey through TSM, and hopefully to help others who come after me.
Tough week. I am back to drinking like in my past. I take my NAL, but I feel very little resistance or difference from the past. I am still mixing my Vodka (I feel guilty about this...I know that light beers are the way to go....and I am stocked up...but I still love my Vodka and have continued to drink, "...as I normally would.") Week 7 was a big drinking week again in my old pattern. Go to work, take care of kids, do whatever I have to do, and then start hitting the bottle once I am home for good. To review: I am a high functioning alcoholic with a very high profile job, and 4 school aged children who have lots of activities during the week.
The difference from the past is that I seem to shut down totally with NAL drinking after about 10 units. This is a ridiculously excessive amount per night, I know, but I can see that in the past, I had many 15+ unit nights. Now, when I hit 10 units (it takes a lot longer to get to that many units) I end up falling asleep, thankfully. I have not had a single night where I had to wake up and wonder how much I had drank. Another difference is a change in "cravings". In the past, as I waited for my personal/professional responsibilities to end each day before I started drinking, I would be really holding on and dying to get home and pour. I have continued to drink now, but not with the same desperation.
The weekend from week 7 to week 8 (I started on a Friday) didn't go so well. Big units Fri and Saturday. Sunday went poorly.
On Sundays, I used to start my boozing at noon or 1pm, have 4-10 units in the afternoon while watching sports or doing chores, have a late afternoon "nap" (pass-out). Then I would try to keep from my second stage of drinking until 7 to 8 or 9, but once I restarted, all bets were off. I would wake up 4 or 5 AM on Monday morning with my heart beating out of my chest, exhausted but unable to sleep. I would then check the vodka bottle to assess the damage that I had done to myself. Usually, I had drank a lot more than I meant to.
Then, I would go into Monday for work, feeling like garbage both physically and emotionally, and struggle to function until my head started to clear around noon. I would spend the morning swearing that I would not drink that night. By 4 or 5pm, I felt reasonable, and then the drinking Demon in my head would take over. Next thing I know, I am buying more liquor and putting away 12-18 units Monday night, and the miserable cycle would continue....
This past Sunday, I started with beer around 4pm. It was relatively easy to wait until then before I started. I intended on staying with beer. By 6pm, I had had about 5 beers. I had dinner and a 1 hr nap. Got up at 7pm and put on a movie with my boys. I mad the mistake of pouring a vodka mix, and another, and next thing I know it is 9:45 and I am stumbling up the stairs looking for my bed. My wife was in my room watching TV with my 10 yr old girl (I love my wife soooo much, and my children are angels). I fell asleep in my kid's bed. I vaguely remember my daughter waking me up to send me to my bed, and I woke up at 5AM, unable to sleep...ashamed at myself, etc. My wife got up and was mad like old times (I never blame her for my problems). She was mad, and didn't want to talk, as she has a lot of past hurts that she is working through. When I have a bad night like that, she fears that the past is coming back, and I don't blame her one bit.
I went for a 6am jog (5km) in an effort to sweat out the booze and try to make a positive out of the brutal night. Looking back, moving from beer to vodka was a big mistake. I felt like a completely depressed failure all day Monday at work. I promised myself not to drink on Monday night.
UNLIKE THE PAST, I did not drink Monday and did not take NAL for the first day in a long while. It was the first AF day that I have had in a while, and it really wasn't that hard to pull off. I held my wife in bed as I fell asleep and I was able to sleep, no problem. In the past, if I drank several days in a row and tried for an AF day, I would be unable to sleep for some reason. That was great, and I felt like a new man on Tuesday, and back to feeling positive about TSM.
Tuesday night, I had my NAL and 8-10 units. When I went to bed, I held my wife and we talked (unlike my drinking past where there was no way to have a decent conversation in the late evening). I thanked her for forgiving me of my bad Sunday and I explained to her that I was still an alcoholic and it got out of hand on Sunday.
The best thing that happened was that I said to her, "God, I hope this TSM is going to work." I still felt bad about the high units of the week before, and Sunday was a brutal reliving of the hell of my life for the last 2-3 yrs.
She said, "Don't you think it is about time that you admit that it IS WORKING?" I said, "Do you think that it is?". She said, "Well, things are so much better than they used to be...." That made me feel so good. I am a man of hope.
Tonight, she was out working, and I was home with the kids and that normally would have meant disaster. But tonight, I waited until after 9pm to drink with NAL...it is now 11:45pm and I am going to end up with a 10 unit day again, but with the clarity. My wife is happy. My dad called late last night and visited me tonight and said that him and my mom are thinking that I am doing well.
I think this TSM is working, but my addictive/alcoholic mind is trying desperately to find the old, "high" that booze used to bring, and is fighting my new-found inclination not to drink. I have continued to drink, but more and more, I am able to pause and consider what I am doing, and why. I believe that I am finally, "falling out of love" with this poisonous crap.
I find myself hating the taste of vodka...it is starting to feel harsh, like rubbing alcohol, and to enjoy my drink I am requiring more sugar and less water than before. I have 2-4 drinks and don't have the incredible compulsion to continue, but once I break through around 6-7 drinks, it goes down much more easily.
The next few days will be interesting. My wife is away the next 2 nights from home due to work. In the past 2-3 years, this was a disaster waiting to happen. She would go away, I would be hammered by 10PM despite my efforts not to, she would call at 11 or 12 and I would either be unable to answer or I would have a stupid drunken conversation. She would return from the trip furious at my lack of responsibility for the children (rightfully so) telling me that she couldn't enjoy the time away, because she feared for me and the kids because I was drunk. More shame for me, more arguing, more drinking....and the vicious cycle would continue.
If you managed to read this whole post to this point, Thank You!
I treasure this community, TSM, Nick and all of my friends on this site. All the best to the TSM community. I pray this works.
_________________ Owe my life to The Sinclair Method and NAL.
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