by tyrantspell » 22 Aug 2013 14:29
In an answer to my first post, someone mentioned PAWS to me. Can't remember who it was, but whoever you are many thanks because I think you have just led me up the correct garden path.
Yes, I was aware of it and no, I had never considered it pertinent to me, so had done no real research.
I'm at the very beginning of my research into the subject, so forgive the fact I may sound particularly obtuse.
This is my 5th day without drink. I'm not in great shape, but I'm considerably better than I was at the start. I so want this time to work. Like so many of you, my life with alcohol is totally hateful and intolerable.
I have been a heavy drinker for some 10 years, but the past 3 have seen me reach suicidal levels. How my body has continued to put up with this abuse, I will never understand. So faithful, so trying to do whatever it can to save me from myself, it deserves better. If I continue the way I have been doing, it can only result in death and I want to live so very much. Indeed, I have a huge amount to live for.
On three occasions, I have managed to go without for a 3 month period, a 4 month and the last which occurred at the beginning of last year for a whole 6 months. When I relapsed each time, there was absolutely no warning or reason. I felt in great shape both physically and mentally. Never happier. My daughter remarked on the last occasion, I looked and sounded marvellous and asked if I felt if I would ever be tempted to go back. I, perhaps in my arrogance or naietivity, remembered replying "Definitely not, those days are behind me".
To give an example. The meltdown to the last relapse was a much looked forward holiday to Italy which I adore. I had been looking forward to it for weeks. Fabulous, fabulous time. I ate out in gorgeous restaurants, sat in piazzas sipping tonic water surrounded by people imbibing in chilled glasses of wine. In absolute honesty, it did not bother me one iota. I knew the havoc the stuff caused in my life and had no compunction to join in. The fortnight passed without any problem. I even shared tables with others who were drinking not feet away from me, I could smell it, but had no desire for it.
The holiday came to an end. I wasn't depressed or down. Far, far from it. I'd had a great time and was full of plans to go back. Got the taxi home, threw the suitcase in the hall, grapped the car keys and was off to the offie at 9 am in the morning. The rest as they say is history.
How do I know if I wasn't suffering from simple holiday blues syndrome, or whether indeed I may suffer from PAWS? I realise holidays are huge stressers for recovering alcoholics, but there was simply no temptation whilst I was away.
If it is PAWS, I need to really get into this subject because it will happen again. I take it there can never be any simple diagnosis for the condition. One never knows for sure who suffers and who doesn't.
Sorry to be so longwinded. I just feel that I've really hit on something here (or someone else has - I thank you so much). I am determined this time will be a success so any help, insight or personal experience of a similar vein that anyone has is of huge value to me.
Tyrantspell