I quit back in December of 2006 and haven't touched a drop of liquor since, despite the fact that I still keep bottles of whiskey and rum in the house.
I had a bad experience where I ended up having to drive home after going to bar with my bandmates, all the while alternately suffering from sporadic blackouts and hallucinations. I promised myself that if I made it home safely, which seemed rather unlikely at the time, I wouldn't ever do that to myself again. As it turned out, I had actually caught a terrible case of the flu, but I didn't notice that I felt bad until it was too late thanks to the alcohol in my system.
Not drinking, I realized that my whole concept of what alcohol was and what it did for me was not my own. It was built off books/movies/etc. Have a bad break up? Well, grab a bottle of 151 and rip through it in an hour or two - that'll cure you. No, it wont. Ooh, a bunch of guys are drinking, I have to drink the most and show that I'm still able to walk around on my own, because I'm the big man on campus. Who gives a shit? The ability to hold one's liquor is not really one of the filters for success.
Why did I drink then? Was it to fit in? Maybe at first. My first bottle of whiskey came on a school trip, because I was placed in a class with all older kids and they wanted to try getting drunk. I wanted to show them that I could drink just as much as they could, that I was just as strong, whatever. Did they respect me more because I could kill a bottle and still walk and talk straight? No, they just bitched at me for drinking so much on my own. But, it seemed like fun. I was hanging out with these older kids, and we all had this thing in common. Later on, I was the one who got my own peer group started on booze, using connections to make sure we never wanted for liquor during school trips.
I guess it was mostly a macho thing. Guys have to drink, and they have to be able to drink like champs. I really fell into that for a while. I will admit to something as stupid as saying "Well, I better catch up," before chugging half a bottle of Jack when a friend at a party told me I was falling behind.
It was just the expected thing. It got worse when I got into my punk band. I'd actually been 'quit' before, but started up again because of all the time we spent hanging out with the local sharps. It is nigh impossible to go to a skinhead/oi punk show and NOT drink (though I later figured it out).
Anyway, through not drinking I realized that I didn't really have any reason TO drink in the first place. I was only doing something that was expected of me. I was just copying a behavior that really had no meaning to me. Alcohol never gave me something that I didn't already have, except for a few headaches; it was just an excuse. Basically, all it did was remove control. Why would I want to be at the mercy of some foreign chemical? Why should I do something that has a proven negative effect on my health and body?
I couldn't come up with a good enough reason to get drunk again, though my resolve did come close to fraying a couple times.
Of course, a little bit of o.c.d. helps here. Early on, I was tempted to drink with my friends/bandmates, but what kept me clean was the fact that I was building a streak. I guess I'm lucky in that respect; if I can go without something for about two weeks, I don't really care about it anymore.
Once or twice since, especially during a crumbling relationship, I've been tempted. It usually only went as far as opening a bottle and smelling the stuff before I realize that I'm just playing a role - replicating a pointless behavior I've seen.
The last time I ALMOST lapsed turned into a big help to me. I was really depressed about stupid shit (girl trouble), and had pretty much made my mind up that I needed a drink. It wasn't about feeling better, I just wanted to destroy something and I was the only one there so I figured, why the hell not? I put the bottle to my lips and started to tilt it up, but as soon as I felt the first kiss of liquid, I jerked my head away and spat just to make sure I didn't actually get any into my mouth. I didn't even think about it, it was just an automatic reaction.
Since that night, even when things turned incredibly bad (almost losing my home, family health issues, job issues, etc), I haven't even been TEMPTED. There is no point even playing around. When it came time to put up or shut up, I made my choice.
Calling it a sickness, blaming it on genetics, fine... whatever works. To me, it comes down to a binary decision. You either do something, or you don't. I wouldn't actually consider myself an alcoholic, but then again that might just be my inherent resistance to labels. For me it never felt like a sickness or a biological drive, it was just a poor decision that I made at the time. It just isn't who I am anymore.
My case was a bit different, but I do believe that support is very important. Since I quit, I've helped a couple friends to deal with their issues. I'm the person that they can call at whatever ungodly hour just to help talk them down. There is no legitimate reason to get drunk.
I think finding a replacement activity for drinking is a good step, but I wouldn't recommend anything like marijuana. I've watched a a couple people go through the cycle of trading one addiction for another, and another, and so on. Relying on ANY substance is destructive.
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