To keep up with 30 in 30 here's my second entry for today.
Another dust storm just rolled in. These things will drive you crazy! Well, me at least. I'm a clean freak. It doesn't matter how well you cover your things, the dust will penetrate roght to where you don't want it to be. You breathe it, you eat it and you drink it. Like Demi said, it's like the dust under your grandma's bed. And when the dust rolls in, so do the attacks. Sneaky bastards, too scared to shoot mortars at us in broad daylight.
I can actually hear them now. As I type, boom boom boom. There's another one. Four since I've started this blog. I might have to finish later.
Until I have to go, a little more of my experience, strength and hope:
I started drinking at age 17. September 16th 1999. I remember my first drink. Jack and coke. By the third drink I was mixing them half and half and by the end of the night I was sitting on the bedroom floor next to the bed drinking straight out of the bottle. Woke up at 6am went to work and pulled a 14 hour shift with no hangover no headache and nothing reallty but the whiskey shits. Thus began my drinking career.
I experimented with a few different flavors of drugs and settled down a little when I got married at 21. I joined the Military after I got laid off at the mill (yea, sounds an awful lot like a country song!) and couldn't pay the bills stocking toys at Wal-Mart. Joining the military ended my experimentation completely (really random drug tests with someone watching the piss come out is a HUGE deterrent) and rediscovered alcohol in the form of $2 pitchers in tech school. For 11 weeks I lived for FRiday. All week all I could think of was "I can't wait to get off on Friday and get DRUNK!"
Well, drinking eventually cost me my marriage and I sought help from our friendly family advocacy services on base. I wound up filling out a short survey about my drinking and lo and behold . . . I MIGHT BE AN ALCOHOLIC!
The good part comes next . . .
3 weeks in mixed inpatient detox with the usual daily helping of vitamin and mineral shots. Ouch. I made lots of friends, one is still sober today. Started working my program with a sponsor, did my inventory, started making amends.
Life began to get a little bit brighter. One day at a time the promises started showing up in my life. I began to see that I had a life without alcohol. I found things I enjoy doing on my own. I learned how to love being me, and that I'm not that bad a guy.
So I'm doing this deal. It's a great way of life. I miss my support system, but I have enough tools and reserves built up to make it through this and whatever else comes my way. God is on my side, whether I like it or not!
No more booms. Feels good! That's all for now, peace~