tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561779952062755742.post721413296883105086..comments2023-09-29T01:14:31.892-07:00Comments on struggles with alcohol: 6 hours or 60 hours?ksusierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10343865771089367055noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561779952062755742.post-47120768439941952014-01-02T09:16:11.672-08:002014-01-02T09:16:11.672-08:00Hi Anonymous...I would love to talk. Sorry it took...Hi Anonymous...I would love to talk. Sorry it took me so long to replay - I kind of fell off the map for awhile. I really done well since my last post. My email is ksusier@ gmail.comksusierhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10343865771089367055noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561779952062755742.post-46587359865120307622013-12-09T14:00:09.113-08:002013-12-09T14:00:09.113-08:00I'm on day 2 (again) and will be fine until ab...I'm on day 2 (again) and will be fine until about day 11-15 (for about the 19th time this year). I am also almost 45. I want to be done. We could be the same exact person. I LOVE your posts and am so glad you are back. I was really worried!!! Do you have a personal email where we could talk ? Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561779952062755742.post-19993703256283168632013-12-02T06:52:34.440-08:002013-12-02T06:52:34.440-08:00God I hate that pounding heart. Terrifying! I wo...God I hate that pounding heart. Terrifying! I would try to convince myself that it was my anxiety that was causing it and that the more I worried about my drinking the worse it would get, so the solution was not to quit drinking, it was too quit worrying. lol It didn't work, I'd become physically dependent and that pounding heart was my body's way of telling me it wanted me to give it more booze, the only way to stop it was to climb out of bed and get that wine bottle out of the fridge. Worked like a charm, the palpitations would stop. Until the next night, in the middle of the night when my body decided it wanted some more. Again, a few minutes of relief bought into a never ending cycle of devastation.Kary Mayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12674442468925628974noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561779952062755742.post-34478319835507286112013-11-14T07:16:14.149-08:002013-11-14T07:16:14.149-08:00Oh, my. What a powerful way to examine your exper...Oh, my. What a powerful way to examine your experience. When you put it this way, sobriety is the only logical (or even illogical) choice. I so relate to that more, more, more feeling- of needing more wine- even when there is part of your mind reminding you softly that you've already had more than enough, and definitely do NOT need any more- and yet there is the other part saying: Wine? There is no such thing as enough, ever. The first glass of wine starts activating that More+More voice, and it gets louder with each sip, until its roar drowns out anything else. For me, toughing it out without wine until I'm lying in bed, getting ready to fall asleep- that is where the beauty of the evening without wine hits me. It IS hard, but it is good. <br /><br />CarrieK at Day #16Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02321547766936093369noreply@blogger.com