NocturnalQuilter wrote:
I admit it freely- I drink. A lot. Usually 6 or more drink per day, every day. It helps me to numb the fear, stiffle the doubts and gloss over the idiotic things I tend to say or do ("Oh, he's just been drinking". I guess for much of my adult life I've rathered preferred to be The Drunk rather than That Guy with What's-It-Called.
Having 'been there' myself, I can tell you that, no, you don't want to be known as The Drunk. I've been called similar names in the past and it's a stigma you never shake, no matter how many years it's been between now and your last drink or last hit of speed.
Like you, I wanted to numb myself against the cold, hard world that treated me like s**t, and it worked for a while. But then one day you will wake up and think, "I don't want to live like this any more." You'll start wanting that which your similarly-aged peers have - a house, a car, a good job, etc - and you can't have all this because you've just spent ten years in a haze.
When I got to that point of realization, I started thinking thoughts like, "I don't want to live anymore." I attempted suicide 5 times in my life, and it wasn't until I quit drinking and doing dope that I finally found a way to salvage what was left of my life and begin facing it head-on.
You can't hide from life behind a bottle forever. Sooner or later, your body starts giving out in ways you never thought of and it will happen a lot sooner than you'd think. I knew a guy, a functioning alcoholic, who died of kidney failure at the age of 32. It was a slow and painful death. Trust me, you don't want to go that way. You don't want to be 'The Guy They Found Dead in a Cheap Motel Room.'
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