Hi all,
I really hope this is a safe space to just vent about my own actions. Please try to be kind, Im really not looking for any judgement or shaming. I have a head full of that and anymore will tip me over the edge
I think I’m just looking to say out loud (write down) what Im struggling with as I have never properly verbalised it before.
I had a very difficult school years with every shred of self esteem shattered in various ways. I was very shy and developed a total fear of being embarrassed/going red in social settings. I felt so so alone at school and into university, I became so insular, very depressed, struggled with crippling insomnia, and very rarely spoke about my feelings. On the outside people just thought I was chill and 'aloof' but had no idea the pure torment going on inside my head. They used to call me ‘eeyore’ from Winnie the Pooh which now makes me so sad as I wish they hadn’t essentially been laughing at my glaring depression.
My history with alcohol is that I have been 'binge' drinking since I was around 15. Alcohol became a way to mask a total lack of self esteem, as if was trying to falsely inject a boost of 'socialness’, essentially using alcohol to give me confidence in social situations. For example - I would be feeling so so low and depressed and so used the alcohol to bring me out of my shell and give me some personality, or the confidence to talk to people etc. Or would help me mask my total lack of self esteem and self hatred. Is this understandable?
I would then proceed to get blackout drunk, get myself in very dangerous situations, and this cycle has continued for decades. I can’t even bring myself to type out some of the situations I have gotten in to. And now I am a mother myself I cannot imagine how scary it was for my parents to see a teenager/young woman like that. It is not lost on me the fact that I obviously ended up much more embarrassed, depressed, despairing in every single one of these situations.
Everyone talks about that 'off switch' and knowing when to stop but I do not have one. I go from sober to smashed - there seems to be no in-between. I don't know if its because Im small and petite or if it just hits me differently but I don't not have the ability to stop - I physically just don't get the opportunity to stop because I will already have passed that point. Can anyone else relate to this?! I have also been taking prozac for many many years.
Obviously as Ive got older, pregnancy etc I have been going out less and less so its less frequent, but that isn't solving the problem. I'm now nearly 37, went to a wedding 3 weeks ago and I was hammered. It was my first real social outing since I had my little boy 7 months ago and I overdid it. Cue the shame, dread, despair etc.
I just feel like I have left myself down, as a new mum trying her best, and my baby. It then brings up feelings of why have I wasted SO many weekends in a pit of despair instead of LIVING. I am so fucking tired of myself and tired of ending up like this. Why do I keep drinking when I’d say 7 out of 10 times it ends in me just not being able to remember chunks of the night? Why can't I just have one or two?? Why have I not just stopped altogether? Why do I let people convince me its not that bad and it just ‘having a bit too much fun’? I have tried to broach the issue of it being a real 'alcohol problem' but people just say that it's not because it's not a dependance issue.
My situation now is Im full of self confidence, Im very strong in my convictions and I no longer need alcohol to strike up a bloody conversation. I have a great job, a gorgeous baby, Im in a beautiful relationship and have all the support from my family in the world. So I don't know why I do it. I want to stop drinking. I need to stop drinking so I can stop with the shame, the days of feeling like shit after these binges and just maintain some consistency with living my best life.
My partner doesn't know anything about these struggles, not that he would judge I just think he'd be surprised to learn how I've been with alcohol over the years. We have only been together for 2 years and so he’s never seen me really bad (as I’ve been pregnant for half of it!).
Is there anyone who has a history of drinking like I do. I feel so alone with the way that I am/ way that I have been and I need to hear from people who can relate. Please reply if you have any words of wisdom or are able to offer a hand hold.
Thank you so much
xx