It would seem I am addicted, but don't necessarily feel like it.
8/25/2008 5:45:20 PM
Eurekamichael
1 Posts
Frankly and honestly I am writing because I realize that I look forward to whatever will take my mind away from reality. I drink a 5th of Scotch in 2-3 days. I take Lexapro antidepressants at 10mg, but now increasing the dosage to 20 mg. per day. I take Clorizapan (1mg.) at night, will take an Ambien if I can find it, take Melatonin (5mg) to help with the Clorizipan and I'll sneak my wife's pain killers if I think there's enough she won't notice. I took a lot of Vicodine after a knee operation and actually enjoyed the experience. If I could buy marijuana, I would. I would not take meth, crack or heroine, not even on a dare or otherwise. I am smart enough to realize that there are limits. I don't drink until I'm blacked out (very rare) and awake every morning early to work. I am very punctual, don't have hangovers and don't take anything during work. I don't drive under the influence of anything other than coffee. But I realize that a body has limits and I maybe pushing them. I have an operation upcoming to fix a nose has been (for 57 years) a problem...I'm looking forward to being unconscious and the pain killers I'll take for recovery. Why am I this way? My wife and I, married for 34 years, are completely, and saddly dull. We have no sex life, unless we are both drunk. My wife drinks excessively...quart of Vodka per 2-3 days. She also takes Effexor sometimes, 2 x per day.
We are the classic, middle class couple. We make a good living, work together (which maybe a curse) and enjoy progress. While we are deeply in debt because of our business, we continue to sustain ourselves and keep current on all business. We have excellent credit, though the struggling economy has certainly affected us.
I am completely unaware of what to anticipate with this post. I know that I have bodily limits, even though my recent health exams are very positive, no problems, not issues, just a little cholesterol that's a high. Not overweight, but I feel dysfunctional. I am not happy and realize that no drug or Scotch will make me feel better, though it dulls the senses.
So, how to I progress? I am a Christian. I pray every week in church for those who need prayer...and I am purposeful seeking to end the need for those who need other drugs. Yes, my work puts me in interesting positions...including the elimination of meth.
I feel as if I could stop everything sometimes with a simple incident. So, is hope really a phone call away?
Finally, and as I re-read my words...it's clear there is an issue. But I don't know how to approach it exactly without going through a hell situation.