Beer Cans

Yesterday, I decided it was time to go clean up.  As dramatic as it may seem, I had left my own home to completely separate myself from surroundings that both triggered my alcoholism, and made it comfortable as well.  I had left pretty abruptly, a backpack full of random clothes, my keys, and my wallet.  … Continue reading Beer Cans

Whoa, Dreams.

December 11th, 2018 So, they say you still dream when you go to sleep after alcohol, you just don't remember them.  It's been about 5 days since my last drink, and holy shit my brain feels like a circus while I'm "sleeping" if that's what you want to call it. From all the information I've … Continue reading Whoa, Dreams.

Missing Out

There was a conversation I had a couple days ago in which I was describing the worries I had about missing out on things when alcohol wasn't going to be a part of my life anymore.  Looming uneasiness that there would be a great disconnect from the world I was so addicted to, as if … Continue reading Missing Out

Light through the blinds.

December 10th, 2018 I believe the stages of detox are beginning to wind down.  Sleeping will prove to be difficult again, however it may just be that I have a shoddy mindset going into it.  I say that the symptoms are dwindling because I'm noticing not only subtle, but significant changes in my body and … Continue reading Light through the blinds.