tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561779952062755742.post1956529571757279867..comments2023-09-29T01:14:31.892-07:00Comments on struggles with alcohol: 4/24/17 (Sun) - Stupid stupid stupid stupid!!!!!!!ksusierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10343865771089367055noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561779952062755742.post-60789896403628149192017-04-27T05:00:10.175-07:002017-04-27T05:00:10.175-07:00I will never give up!I will never give up!ksusierhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10343865771089367055noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561779952062755742.post-56546521437944695982017-04-27T04:59:56.155-07:002017-04-27T04:59:56.155-07:00You are so right, Kary. A couple of years ago it ...You are so right, Kary. A couple of years ago it would have been complete success. Now even after two, I get the physical torture. I just don;t know if my body can handle alcohol any more.ksusierhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10343865771089367055noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561779952062755742.post-44096183822444347902017-04-27T04:58:10.744-07:002017-04-27T04:58:10.744-07:00It is just a drug...same as heroine, cocaine, meth...It is just a drug...same as heroine, cocaine, meth...ksusierhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10343865771089367055noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561779952062755742.post-17955977918060977862017-04-25T17:34:39.578-07:002017-04-25T17:34:39.578-07:00Start again.
Never give up.
I found that as I got ...Start again.<br />Never give up.<br />I found that as I got older, the less alcohol my body could tolerate.<br />3 glasses of wine gave me the horrible night things.<br />xo<br />Wendy<br />Untipsyteacherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14975521042875808241noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561779952062755742.post-42464805576481590852017-04-25T01:53:06.334-07:002017-04-25T01:53:06.334-07:00K, you stopped at 2, how far is that from a year a...K, you stopped at 2, how far is that from a year ago, two years ago? I think you may be reaching the point that I finally had to reach before I could quit, the point to which the physical fallout never gets better-you never get to slide by without the consequences. For a while, I kept on thinking, "Maybe this time won't be as bad" but without fail, I'd wake up at 2 a.m. with the palpitations and anxiety. Some people are able to quit without getting to that point, but, I wasn't. It took the realization that there was no more reversing the damage, it was only going to get progressively worse. I finally decided I didn't want to see how much worse. <br /><br />No time like the present, Sweetheart.Kary Mayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12674442468925628974noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561779952062755742.post-38286834213674837242017-04-24T12:08:25.916-07:002017-04-24T12:08:25.916-07:00I'm not sure what to say except dust yourself ...I'm not sure what to say except dust yourself off and move forward. Maybe this will be the day one that changes everything. That's a choice only you can make.<br /><br />I really like that quite at the end. I use it all the time. I spent a lot of time trying to prove I was meant to drink....but truly, no one is. It's unnatural.Ainsobrietyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15642935819165465190noreply@blogger.com