I’m so sorry to read that some posters have lost loved ones due to alcohol. My heart goes out to you both.
I was back at work today after the bank holiday. After a busy day I’m so tempted to “crack open” a bottle of wine. I’m not going to drink because I want to say I had a week off in May (I’ve managed 6 days so far). But if I’m already feeling my resolve is going to crack on day 2, then what hope do I have?! I honestly don’t understand how people give up for months, years or permanently - it’s so damn hard.
To a really large degree it’s understandable in many ways. Society has just piled and piled and piled the pressure on, got to get married, have kids, earn as much as possible, worry about those kids, worry about elderly parents, worry about everyone else who’s trying not to spin out, worry about the way you look, the way your house looks, about the future, live up to all these standards, feel like a failure, feel lonely, feel stressed, here have a drink, it’ll solve everything
This resonated with me - like many people I feel so pressured and generally anxious a lot of the time. I also struggle with low self esteem and always have done. Alcohol is a quick and easy escape from those feelings. I KNOW that after a few glasses (and I can never only have one) I will feel worse - so why am I so desperate to drink? Is it purely down to the dopamine?