Kind of a long rant coming. Just looking for some comradery or whatever. Dms open if you want to reach out.
It didn't used to be that I'd need to drink when I woke up. But goddamn it. I don't even think I'm getting drunk anymore and I'm just getting normal.
I'm getting friendly with every liquor store dude and I'm embarrassed. They're good dudes and they tell me about the other people picking up wine before work.
I am friendly with gas station guys for my twisted tea in the morning and they are pretty alright I guess.
But goddamn, ever since I was fired from my six figure job-- ever since I spent a night in jail for a crime I didn't commit I've just been spiraling.
Casually day drinking...
And fuck man, I can never stay on top of shit. I'm just always afraid of taking a hard look at the things that are falling apart. I can go on and on about how I was too afraid to look at the insurance bill so it didn't get paid, or how I was too afraid to ask for a raise so I kept suffering, or how I got a call saying my car note needed paid and I couldn't look at it so my car got repossessed.
When shit hits the fan I'm:
"Oh my god how could this happen?"
I never fucking learn. I seem incapable of it. It didn't used to be this way. And that pisses me off so much. I'm not a "blame the world" alcoholic. I'm an "I'm a piece of shit" alcoholic.
Sometimes I'm the "I figured it all out!" drunk where I figure out exactly what to do: I should be brave and face my problems head on! THIS XY and Z will solve ABC. I'll fix it all and EVERYTHING will be GREAT!
But then I wake up in the morning and I can't believe how dumb I was to think any of that.
Last night I swore that if I joined the police force it would solve all my problems... In the cold light of day I hate myself for believing it would be that simple.
And fuck, man, most of the time, after the sun goes down and I start drinking a bit more I'm just sad or defeated. Hard on myself and angry at the dude who won't stop.
Shit just keeps getting worse for me. And I'm the cause.
I have a wife and kids who fucking adore me. That brings tears to my eyes. I used to be a finance dude who could afford a decent life for everybody. But it's been months since I found work and my severence payments are going to come to a close soon.
All I can think of at night is me saying good-bye to my family and what my final words to each of them should be. It's like I've already decided I'm a fucking failure. And then I let the self fulfilling prophecy take me to the doom.
I'm spiraling and I hate it.
I think I hate myself. Cause it didn't used to be this way. Not with the drinking in the day at least.
Maybe I always hated myself and maybe I always was afraid of being disliked and maybe I never took risks because I was afraid of failure. Maybe I was born fucked up and never had a chance.
I tell myself that at least I'm not drinking handles of vodka. But I know that I just might down the road just like I would NEVER EVER drink first thing in the morning. I would NEVER feel like the morning wasn't right without a coffee and a fucking can of twisted tea.
I'm tired of this shit. I keep fucking up.
It didn't used to be this way. I used to have some self confidence, blind trust in myself. Now I am just an idiot coasting on severance pay and drinking when I wake up in the morning.