What
the hell am I gonna do with myself now?
Yep,
I am torn between what I could be doing and what I should be doing. What am I
doing now? Not a damn thing. So here I sit as if nothing really happened. I came
back to town expecting the people around me to have changed . They didn’t, and I
find myself falling into the same bullshit that I had before I left . I am
determined to turn this around. Maybe
I am suffering from midlife depression or have the empty nest syndrome or a
feeling of "what's next?, whatever the case may be I will not drown myself in
alcohol or other things that make me numb from yester-years . I have been taking
trazodone and I am not sure if I feel anything at all. OK maybe something, I
sleep at odd hours and I can sleep a lot, also I am not as emotional. So , I
guess that is something! They say that you stop growing mentally around the
same time that you become a addict. If that is the case , no wonder I am running
on empty while my mental state is still on the back seat of some buick, no skip
that , why not go all the way and lets call it a smokin Harley Davidson. What I
do know is the new 50´s is nowhere near my old age 40 something closer to 50.
Another
thing ,I can remember the day I knew I would never quit drinking. I was sitting
in my closet, contemplating the bottle of vodka had just picked up at the liquor
store and realizing I was absolutely, positively going to open it.
I
had been trying to quit for months at that point. No wait: I’d been trying to
quit for years. I would wake up on a Sunday, all cringes and stabbing pain, and
I’d swear off the stuff only to crawl back on my belly in three days, maybe
four. This time I’d made a formal effort, though. I was Quitting. Done. Finito.
At some point, you must accept that the universe has granted you enough epic
nights and drunken rages,Let’s agree that a closet is not the sexiest place to
drink .
I
drank for another few years after that. It was great, until it was not. One
morning, I woke up near dawn and understood that if I kept drinking, I would not
get the things I wanted most. I knew that I could
keep drinking for the rest of my life . . Sometimes you just have to fail 99
times to succeed once. Lately, I have been trying to do things I am bad at,
simply to remind myself that it’s OK. I must admit that this is all new to me
and it is sometimes hard to think of starting new sober. Hell I can't recall a
time that I wasn't on one thing or another. It is a struggle . It is also hard
because I was never a fall down , sloppy, smelling like I bathed in the vodka
bottle drunk. But then again who would tell me . I started this post tonight
about one thing that was suppose to funny . Instead, I took a deep breath, and
wanted to succeed.
the hell am I gonna do with myself now?
Yep,
I am torn between what I could be doing and what I should be doing. What am I
doing now? Not a damn thing. So here I sit as if nothing really happened. I came
back to town expecting the people around me to have changed . They didn’t, and I
find myself falling into the same bullshit that I had before I left . I am
determined to turn this around. Maybe
I am suffering from midlife depression or have the empty nest syndrome or a
feeling of "what's next?, whatever the case may be I will not drown myself in
alcohol or other things that make me numb from yester-years . I have been taking
trazodone and I am not sure if I feel anything at all. OK maybe something, I
sleep at odd hours and I can sleep a lot, also I am not as emotional. So , I
guess that is something! They say that you stop growing mentally around the
same time that you become a addict. If that is the case , no wonder I am running
on empty while my mental state is still on the back seat of some buick, no skip
that , why not go all the way and lets call it a smokin Harley Davidson. What I
do know is the new 50´s is nowhere near my old age 40 something closer to 50.
Another
thing ,I can remember the day I knew I would never quit drinking. I was sitting
in my closet, contemplating the bottle of vodka had just picked up at the liquor
store and realizing I was absolutely, positively going to open it.
I
had been trying to quit for months at that point. No wait: I’d been trying to
quit for years. I would wake up on a Sunday, all cringes and stabbing pain, and
I’d swear off the stuff only to crawl back on my belly in three days, maybe
four. This time I’d made a formal effort, though. I was Quitting. Done. Finito.
At some point, you must accept that the universe has granted you enough epic
nights and drunken rages,Let’s agree that a closet is not the sexiest place to
drink .
I
drank for another few years after that. It was great, until it was not. One
morning, I woke up near dawn and understood that if I kept drinking, I would not
get the things I wanted most. I knew that I could
keep drinking for the rest of my life . . Sometimes you just have to fail 99
times to succeed once. Lately, I have been trying to do things I am bad at,
simply to remind myself that it’s OK. I must admit that this is all new to me
and it is sometimes hard to think of starting new sober. Hell I can't recall a
time that I wasn't on one thing or another. It is a struggle . It is also hard
because I was never a fall down , sloppy, smelling like I bathed in the vodka
bottle drunk. But then again who would tell me . I started this post tonight
about one thing that was suppose to funny . Instead, I took a deep breath, and
wanted to succeed.
RSS Feed
