It’s been 75 days since my last drink. I haven’t heard from any of my readers; maybe nobody is reading my blog any more, I don’t know. But just in case, I wanted to let you know, dear Reader, that it is possible to stop drinking. I can honestly say that even though I still have the urge to just take myself off the grid, plunge into something that will make my mind take a reality break, relax me so I won’t feel guilty all the time, I don’t want the booze. The thought of drinking brings back a lot of bad memories.
It’s been a very tough road. Along with the alcohol, I tried to cut back on the clonazepam, which was an absolute nightmare. I’m seeing a shrink now, who put me on Zoloft, bringing my medication total to 6 daily prescriptions. In fact, after I take my morning pills, I’m not hungry for breakfast. Weird, huh? I don’t like being on medicine, especially the stuff that messes with your head, but I’m following his advice for now.
Just a quick little check-in. Don’t have anything profound to say. Just wanted to tell the world, 75 days, I did it! And so can you.