OK. Dinner is prepared and in the oven, and calm has returned to my head.
I know what kicked things off this afternoon, but I'm not so sure why it went so crazy (well except that I am an alcoholic).
I was visiting a colleague to discuss some work and we were sitting in the garden drinking tea. Then his girlfriend arrived home clutching a cold bottle of wine. I refused the offer of a glass but the image and the concept just stuck with me.
On my way home I went to the supermarket even though I knew that I was feeling desperately tempted. I knew that I could have just gone straight home and we could have eaten something from the freezer. Or I could have gone home and gone shopping later when dp was with me. But I didn't want to. I wanted to buy wine. And I did.
Yes, I tried playing the film all the way to the end (I had no doubt that I would drink the lot, and probably some more), but I just thought so what. One night will be OK. But then I kept on playing the film. And I could see that if it had been tonight, then it would probably be tomorrow night as well, and then next night, and so on. And that's when it became really difficult. The enormous struggle between really, really wanting a drink and yet being able to look into a bleak, bleak future.
As soon as I got home I logged on here, just hoping that someone would be around. And you were. Those who were here at the time, and those who are fellow travellers on this thread. I had also looked out the number of a woman at AA, in case no-one was here, but the feeling of support I got from here was immense. Even just reading the posts that had been made today made a difference. And I can see that my alcoholic selfishness made me concerned only about my own state - I blundered right across algees' struggle (sorry algee).
Bizzarely, there is other drink in the house - wine, spirits and still 2 cans of G&T in the fridge. But they are not tempting me. It was the devil bottle that I bought this afternoon that was giving me such a problem (now locked safely in the garage).
I don't know if any of you have a phobia, but I once heard someone describe how the brain of a phobic short-cuts the logical thinking part of the brain and goes directly from seeing something to feeling the full impact of the emotion, and hence the panic reaction and the need to get away from the stimulus. Well, today felt like the exact opposite of that: complete short circuit of logic and thinking. I just saw something and instantly I really, really needed it. Don't know if that makes sense to anyone, but I'm thinking that for me I will need to develop some strategies that help me in situations like that.
Thank you JWN for starting this process, if it weren't for you I'd pissed by now. Thanks EVERYONE who posts on here, you were all a lifeline for me today. And special thanks to moomin, slgee and MIFLAW who were here at the time. I love you guys x