The good and the bad of sober life.

So I’m coming up on 40 days drink-free, and not planning on starting back anytime soon, if ever. If you ask my wife, she’ll say she prefers me this way. But it you ask me? I’m not so sure.

See, alcohol was a great mask for my anxiety problems. Not so much good for depression, but oh well, I have yet to find a perfect anti-depressant. I’ve been depressed and/or chronically anxious for years and years. I always have these little periods of clarity and calm and yeah, maybe even self-confidence, that keep me going until the next storm hits.

Anyway, long story short, I completely freaked out at work today. I had forgotten my Latuda, my Cymbalta, and my Vyvanse, and by 11 a.m. I was in a mental shitstorm the likes of which I honestly can’t recall. It was two parts free-floating anxiety, and one part terrible depression. The depression is on almost all the time, and asks me to consider suicide all the time, though I’ve never take it further than ideation and I don’t think I ever will.

Before everyone tells me to seek therapy and a psychiatrist, I’ve already got one of each. they do their best to treat me, but I’ve heard both of them say that they just don’t understand how to fix me, not that stops them from trying.

Anyway. Today I wanted a drink really bad. I had to get my medicine from home at lunch, and I looked longingly at the wine rack (I don’t even drink wine, it just all looks good to me now.), but I guess the upshot is, I resisted because I felt all the shame a drink would give me later. Not shame, not on top of depression and anxiety. That’s just the last thing I needed. So I said no. And I know I can say no again.

But, brain, will you ever start working right again? I thought stopping all the boozing would help me out. So far it’s just been more grief, though I enjoy seeing the days add up. I am a creative type, I write music a lot, and I know everyone on the internet is a badass, but I really do write some good stuff, but I have to to emotionally stable in order for this to take place. So I’ve missed out on some great music because of my mental issues. That’s another thing that disappointed about stopping drinking: I thought I would run out of excuses to not make music, but that’s just hasn’t been the case.

Sorry for the rant. I guess I just read the success stories that float up top, and I just get immensely envious of the relative ease at which some of you have quit. Anybody in my situation? What did you do to stop the incessant whine of the mind? I just can’t for the life of me get ahold of it.


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September 2013
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Currently Reading:

Burning in Water, Drowning in Flame - Charles Bukowski

Currently Listening:

Mr. Bungle - California

Why, yes, I am cool as a cucumber in a bowl of hot sauce.

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