I gotta quit drinking.

Thoughts and prayers to you and your extended family and friends.

Generational addiction in my family…prescription drugs for my mother with eventual stint in mental institution - short-term … alcohol for my older brother - just completed first voluntary stint in rehab.

Neither of them have ever publicly confessed to their addiction - pride and ego. Both are extremely well educated (teacher and ER doctor) and always worked with decent jobs.

Addiction destroys families and friendships. Please seek professional help. Easy to get angry and frustrated as a relative with family addicts but love and peace is the only help. Addiction is a disease and recovery is the key.

Good luck 🍀 and happy hunting to all,,TheGrayRider a.k.a Tom.
 
I think everyone's idea of being an alcoholic is different. Ive quit or taken breaks several times. Ive never had shakes or anything like that. Sure do get some cravings though. I think if you can stop drinking whenever you want without any consequences or cravings your probably not an alcoholic.
 
YOU showed up Brian. Now, are You reliable?

I got home in 1974 and wound up in MT in 1975. Working and started drinking and fighting. Foreman at 19. Lived above the saloon.
Did that across the west for ten years. Settled on the Central Coast and became a builder. Reliable...
I knew I had to quit. I could out drink & beat anyone. And do the job. Reliable...

PTSD and booze do not mix.
I got back into surfing with my partner and we would go before work & on days off...on big days.
I fell off the wagon one night, and showed up @ Marks house 10 minutes late.
He just said ,"Your late. Your never late, for anything."

A year later I was living and caretaking a horse ranch and working as head carpenter for a local family. I had stopped working with my best friend traveling where the good jobs were. I had left the gang.
Still surfing and hunting and hiking now. No booze for a year.

Sitting in a cafe with breakie and a cuppa, a good looking lawyer type sat next to me. Alcohol counselor. We chatted. Knew the same folks. She knew me.
A she was leaving she asked if I would like to go to a AA meeting that night. "I'll think about it".
Sitting there in the parking lot,15 min. early, she pulled up and walked over and said, "Huh, YOU showed up!" Yep.
I sat through that bad joe and stories of woe. Leaving I said, "Thanks, I got this. These folks are really screwed up".
I went for a year. Never spoke til one year later. I just told of a young kid in a uniform who the Chief wanted in his boat. I was reliable. I did not drink or use drugs. The crew could count on me.
I got a one year pin. Dated the counselor for a while, until we went to a friends wedding. I got the third degree from the Gang. Lasted until the vows where over. Went to say lets go and the counselor had a glass of wine in her hand. I went.
1987.
I became a Park Ranger & EMT. Met a divorcee and we were together 20 years.
She called yesterday to say high and chat.
As we said goodbye, she just stated "Henry ,your one hard man. But there is no one I would rather be in a life or death situation with than you. You are reliable."
It'll be 40 years in March. Not a drop. Never went to another AA meeting.

The ? you have to ask yourself Brian, "Are you reliable, to yourself."
 

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