cardiganofdoom
I have been there and can try to make sense of it if I can. Might be quite good for me to write it down.
I did 18 months then went back to drinking. (And funnily enough the 18 months is my date that I want to get past this time and then I will really feel I've done it)
I think one of the differences is that I didn't really have a plan to stop forever. I was unhappy with my drinking , had a difficult night of overdoing it and took a kind of knee jerk reaction that I wanted to stop with no real thought of for how long. You know that one? The hangover and shame thats so bad you say "im never drinking again!"
I had had a small planned drink at Christmas which was 6 months in then I went back to not drinking.
Once I felt I had proved something to myself I decided that I would be able to moderate and that I would start to drink again. Once I had made that decision in my head I didn't even drink straight away. That's how much I felt I could do this moderating malarkey.
But then I had a heavy week at work and Friday night rolled around and I bought a bottle of wine. Sat at the table and did that pissed off drinking. I had half before I felt I should stop. Again, 'proving ' to myself I wasnt going down the path that I usually did.
Then I didn't drink again til the next week. I thought this is it. I can take it or leave it. But then it started creeping up again. Not just Fridays, not just wine, then more and more until I was back to polishing off a bottle, and more, easily and back to getting pissed for 'fun', as well as a couple here and there for 'enjoyment'.
I would then try to back off a bit again with some success. So, I felt I had a bit of a hold on it to be honest. Drank sometimes, not as much as in the past and had days off. But then I had an incident at a work thing where I made a fool of myself and I went back into a deep despair about my drinking. Didn't stop me though but the battle was huge in my head.
A few months later I did dry January (again) in 2020 and planned to keep going.
But then, I had a major fall from grace. My mum, who has Parkinsons took a fall and ended up in hospital. She didn't get out and ultimately ended up in a nursing home with severe dementia and wheelchair bound all within a few months. I had power of attorney and it was all a mess. I was having some health issues due to the menopause and was quite ill while trying to manage my mum's situation, my step dad's fall into depression and my work having gone nuts, a collapsed ceiling at my business premises, on and on and on with the stress to be honest.
I was drinking much more.
Then in the middle of all that, lockdown hit (with my mum still in hospital and very ill) and I fell down a well of booze.
Dh and I would start drinking earlier and earlier and I lost any thoughts of moderation or limiting.
By the August I realised where I was again and knew that this was it. I couldn't moderate. I needed to stop and stop for good. I found this thread and read back and thought I'd be brave and post on a public forum and that was the start of something wonderful.
I do feel this is it this time but I am aware that it can all come crashing down so easily so staying vigilant is key.
I have had moments over the last year of thinking 'maybe I've taken it too far and maybe I can moderate' but then I remember where I was a year ago and know deep down that's not the case.
So, that's why I have the thought in the background that I can't ever have one. One will not be one. It might be that day, or the next day, but it won't be in the long term.
I can't moderate and that's that. Why? I'm not sure. I could unpick it and go over ad nauseum the whys and wherefores as to why other people can take or leave alcohol and I can't. But I have chosen not to bother. That would take up too much headspace. It is what it is, and I choose to move on with a different way of living.
I try not to look back with too much regret or annoyance at myself (or others) again, that would do no good. Sometimes it was fun, sometimes not. But, I enjoy this way of life now. I am 50, which my son used to call 'halfway' due to some long living genes in the family. I spent a lot of the first half pissed, I'm going to see what adventures lie in doing the second half sober.