You know in one respect I have had success from day 1
Naltrexone pretty much stomped on my euphoria induced way of thinking, and I am very aware of how it has put me on a more "even mental keel" when I'm under the influence.
I experienced it again last night, home with the kids, with my wife still at work, trying to get the kids to do homework, feed the dogs, stop fighting, put away the chickens, water the pigs, cook dinner yadaya. It's usually a situation that can set me off when they don't cooperate, and I was as calm as could be, thinking to myself,
now that's weird., but weird in a good way. Didn't feel quite so much the Shakespearean idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life’s [for the alcoholic] but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.