Read on Twitter
13 years off the ale/drugs today. More importantly, 13 years since I made the decision, then put the action in, to stop being a completely selfish bastard. We all need a hand up now and again.
My mate @RebeccaMJourno wrote this as part of her Uni work: https://rebeccamcgrathblog.wordpress.com/2018/02/18/every-time-i-had-a-drink-i-thought-about-killing-myself/">https://rebeccamcgrathblog.wordpress.com/2018/02/1...
My mate @RebeccaMJourno wrote this as part of her Uni work: https://rebeccamcgrathblog.wordpress.com/2018/02/18/every-time-i-had-a-drink-i-thought-about-killing-myself/">https://rebeccamcgrathblog.wordpress.com/2018/02/1...
Stopping taking drugs/ale is no big achievement really. Changing how you are is though...it’s hard graft. Countless groups. Hours of therapy. Seemingly endless inner conflict. Anyone can stop. Only the ones who are willing to do whatever it takes will stay stopped though.
I can’t quite articulate why, but I was one of them. Those fuckers who would do anything to change. I didn’t really want to kill myself. I probably would have though. Look at me now. A smug twat with an expensive cheese habit. Got a real life girlfriend and everything.
If you think drink/drugs are having a negative effect on you and those around you...it may be best for everyone that you stop. It’s likely that you’re going to need help, or you would’ve probably already stopped on your own.
Don’t get hung up on words such as addict/alcoholic. Look at it like this: ‘Any behaviour that provides short term relief, but long term consequences. Yet despite those consequences, you continue repeating those behaviours’.
If that rings true for you, things won’t end well.
If that rings true for you, things won’t end well.
Be honest with yourself. Seek help. Nobody thought any less of me when I did. Quite the opposite actually. If you really want something different, it’s there. Just understand that ‘your way’ hasn’t, doesn’t and probably won’t ever work. Stop making excuses.
At the risk of sounding like a Linked In wanker, you have got to get sick of your own bullshit. Others getting fed up of you won’t propel you to change. Loads got pissed off with me. I just became more resentful. I can remember thinking, about this time 13 years ago,
...I’ve had enough. No more. Kill myself or ask for help? Actually tell the truth for once? I chose the former...but somehow, on the way to South Parkway station, I ended up knocking on the door of a recovery service in town. Someone put their hand on my back and told me that...
...everything was going to be OK. I cried for three hours. Non stop. About 20 years worth of tears. I was in rehab less than a week later. Got the shock of my life when they said. “Alcohol and drugs aren’t your problem. They are your solution to pre-existing problems. So now...
...that you aren’t drinking or using, let’s solve those problems another way”. Group therapy. One to one counselling. AA meetings. Lifestyle and behaviour changes. Honesty, open mindedness and a shit load of willingness. It only went and fucking worked.
Enough pontificating. Here’s a picture of Vinz. It’s not the fall that matters. It’s the landing.
I mention all this shit from 56 minutes in here: https://youtu.be/3JS4tofnaP4 ">https://youtu.be/3JS4tofna...
