Things

I am thinking of things, of things I no longer do and enjoyed. How the loss of these activities, if graphed, would parallel my slow decent into alcoholism. You see dear reader my disease has it's own subtopic name: Binge. I traditionally would go 4 to 5 days and not drink but when the weekend rolled around it was time to dive into the bottle. At most time I was unable to push away and be done with it, no I had to find the bottom of the bottle. I could not waste my time doing things, other stuff, I was busy drinking. Drinking was the activity, empowered.
Ah yes, drinking at bars, a man. What ever the name private club, saloon, cantina, I was there drinking. Drinking, at the bars, that was the activity and my social life.
By being in bars (drinking specifically) I jettisoned trail hiking, biking, horse riding, working out, travel, movies, books, theater, plays, sporting events, relationships. This is a short list but a list that speaks volumes of the high price of addiction to any substance of choice.
My addiction robbed me of all the things that help keep me sane, balanced and joyful.

9 days sober.