I just wanted to see if this type of insight could help others who are suffering?
As my feet slap down against the cold wet pavement, and my face drips rain from the storm, an unrelenting need to drink pushes me further. Exact final destination appears unknown , but it's inevitable that the evil inside will again return me to the source of my nightmare. No control, no will of my own, no power had I found that might evict this hell that had infected my body and mind. Self-identity, and all that was once me, had been buried under countless layers of drunkenness, so deep, that any calls for help were merely an echo inside my head.
This living liquid curse, cunning and without conscience, had been absorbed into a body which at one time eagerly welcomed it's unyielding influence. But now, as the onslaught of alcohol turned viciously against the world around me, it was only I being held responsible for it's drunken destruction carried out during my imprisonment.
Those intense fear ridden mornings, when I awoke to find yet another nightmare of alcohol's creation, devilishly constructed from it's own personality the night before. Whether it was the sight of dried blood crusted over both hands, or the unfamiliar surroundings of a place where I shouldn't have been, alcohol knew how to render me frozen with crippling insecurity. Too frightened to reason out a healthy answer as to what was happening to me, a deliberate terror of conscience always reached out and tightly gripped my soul. This devil, disguised and hidden behind my own recently drunken face, knew exactly where I'd run to for help. This was much more then an accident through drink. Alcohol's intent was to survive at all costs, to live and breath it's own existence using me as it's host of choice.
But, now, unaware of this developing transformation, all I wanted to do was calm the terror inside my head. There would be only one place, one exit, one chance to escape into a feeling of normality. Alcohol left nothing to chance, and as it waited patiently for me to return a bottle to my lips, I could almost hear a deep sullen laughter quicken my mobility. I desperately needed to lock myself away into the only security I knew, and to experience that precious freedom, I once again had to ingest my enslaver.
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Steve Procto
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2007-02-03 05:50:54
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answered by Steve 3
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The alcohol is causing your sleep and no letting you get into a normal sleep routine.
If I drink over 3 drinks I have the same problem. I feel the alcohol is preventing my mind from letting go of the days activities. So once the alcohol wears, off I wake up and have to go through my winding down time to get back to sleep.
2007-02-03 04:05:44
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answered by justweird_sodeal 3
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one thing people care about more than anything is self-pride, i don't know the situation. the guy may have liked u, but still ignored u because humans always jockey for power even emotional power. it's a way of showing that i am above my feelings for u or maybe there wasn't any chemistry between u two. u r just 16 lolz. there's so much time left. i recommend u give up drinking. people who say alcohol is not dangerous are not very intelligent. they think if u avoid drinking and driving, u are fine. they forget alcohol's addictivesness, dependency, makes u waste ur time because u cannot use ur brain to it's full capacity. believe me, ive drank lotsa varieties of alcohol.
2016-05-23 23:22:48
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answered by ? 4
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Get more sleep, drink slower. A lot of people get tired when theyre drinking, just take it easy and fight it.
2007-02-03 04:03:13
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answered by bearjear29 3
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alcohol interferes with normal sleep, as youve seen.
2007-02-03 03:57:44
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answered by David B 6
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