Recalling why I drank in the first place
Hey again,
I posted recently about having to cut down my drinking bc i apparently have fatty liver. I'm still doing that but fuck as expected I feel awful.
Same thing happened when I did inpatient. It became more and more apparent why I started drinking. I hate nearly every second of my life. And the worst part is things are actually getting better on paper. I did the things. I have a decent paying job, I have friends, I'm rebuilding my relationship with family, I have pets and spend time with friends. People care about me, I care about others. There's literally nothing really that wrong. I just think I wasn't built to be a happy person. My mother is never happy, my father died of lung cancer but he was never happy either. I just dont have whatever it is that let's me be okay.
Drinking helps me forget all that. Like its not like drinking made me happy, but at least I could forget. I'm in a PHP and everyone seems really good at learning and growing and I am barely able to show up on time. I can't shower without a huge struggle. I'm taking my meds and still everything is so hard.
It feels like I have to pick: dont drink, be unhappy, keep my life together or do drink, ruin my life, but at least it hurts less. And I am still going to quit, I'm doing pretty good at the taper I'm on, and I am miserable.