Man idfk what to make the title.
16$ for a 375ml bottle of 13% wine is robbery.
ofc I bought it. I don’t have choices lmfaoo. The liquor store near to my destination is CLOSED. Shoot me dead please.
Mine? It was quit a few years back. I had a fair share of heavy handed mixed drinks and three tall boys.
Next morning, I wake up, see I got more than just a half of my 9% IPA tall boy left and took a swig. Fruit flies in it. More than what should be humanely acceptable to chug but fuck it, the vodka’s running low and I needed a jumpstart, so some added protein ain’t shit to me.
Now, I just buy liquors that are stored in a freezer and know to finish my drinks the moment they’re opened/made.
I wither everytime I recall it. But i’ve arguabky done worse these days I fear.
What’s your depraved moment in the pursuit of boozin’?
Hello!
I rarely, if ever, post on reddit. But I am exposing myself in hopes for human relation.
I am currently drunk at 4 am. This is not an unusual ritual. I haven’t, in the last two years, been sober for more than three days at a time.
I lost my mother four years ago. I started drinking heavily in 2020. It stopped for a solid month with her help. Picked up after I left an abusive marriage that caused said alcoholism. It became worse when she died.
even worse after ANOTHER abusive relationship.
Now I am still fighting: I love the numbness. The joy free feeling, but it’s a thief. A silent one. I am a med student and I know I can’t be this way forever- I will have patients to tend to and I love the idea of helping others, being efficient and attentive.
I am so disappointed in myself, no matter how understanding my mother was about my addiction- she was my rock for my soft sobriety. She had a system and I followed it. I went sober easily with her. Now she’s gone and I lost control.
I am so lost and hurting. I have it all- despite chokehold bills- I have a loving partner and fur/scaley kiddos. I want to be a mom someday. I have a promising career. I am a A+ student in nursing. But I can’t abandon this damn bottle.
I know, I know, trust. The grief exists still outside the bottle but it’s all I can use to digest it. My mental block sober is so strong.
I consume three pints a week- vodka. My same alcohol of choice from my abusive marriage i’ve escaped. I haven’t digested that, yet, the abuse from it. I used to be so soft and naive. Now im avoidant and apathetic towards relationships- you love me? I love you! but not as endearingly as before. My empathy hasnt changed. I care for others like its lifeblood. But for myself? entire neglect.
I feel like a shell. Hollowed out.