That's what is lovingly cross stitched into a piece of art on my wall given to me by a friend who is well aware of this fact.
There's nothing inherently wrong with crying. It's just embarrassing when it happens where other people can see me, like when I'm driving or at church or at a local Wendy's establishment. Emotions can flank you at any time, I've found out. Being a Cancer sun, Pisces moon, ginger woman makes for a very sensitive soul. (I will never apologize for bringing astrology into this so do not ask me to.)
Over the years, I found various coping mechanisms for my intense emotions. Video games, television, music, food, chocolate, the Jonas Brothers, all to varying degrees but nothing super unhealthy. Even when my depression hit in high school, I never started partying or doing anything that my peers did for similar issues. I just slept a lot and never had the energy to make social appearances much less be offered a drink at those raging high school parties I see in the movies.
I remember at one point my dad telling me to never have a drink, because alcoholism runs in our family and I might like it too much. As a teenager I'm sure I rolled my eyes and laughed it off. But thinking back on it, it was a pretty scary foreshadowing of what was to come.
Fast forward to sophomore year of college. I'm away from home for the first time, and my freshman year was pretty breezy. But as mental illness reared its ugly head and I continued to ignore it, I had my first drink. It wasn't anything special. I only had the one, and I wasn't necessarily blown away. It was given to me by the guy I liked, who was a pretty heavy drinker, and I wanted to impress him. It made sense in my 19 year old head at the time. Looking back, I think I was just curious about trying new things that everyone else seemed to be hyped about. Much like Kimmy Schmidt when she was released from the bunker and prancing around NYC.
Mmm... I love nail polish remover. |
My first time being drunk was at a bar. I met up with the same guy and his friend, and brought my best friend for support... and to be my designated driver. I was mixing drinks and trying ones I had never tried before, which was most of them. I realized I had too much when I could no longer walk straight to the point of almost falling down several times. My BFF, who I still respect to this day for this decision, refused to help me. She was letting me experience the consequences of my actions, which in this case was being able to use my legs correctly. It was just a sad, not cute situation.
I'm making really good decisions rn. |
I was hungover the next day which sucked, but I continued to drink occasionally when the guy I liked turned into my boyfriend. He knew I didn't like it as much as he did, and he never pressured me to drink. But in our on-again-off-again 6 year relationship, I went through periods of binge drinking on my own. I could go months, even a year without picking up a drink. But every time I started drinking again it got more intense. Once when I was at a party, I called my ex to pick me up when a guy I didn't feel comfortable around began hitting on me, and I was too drunk to fend him off if something happened. Soon after I decided to try weed for the first time after I'd already been drinking, and got so cross-faded I started blacking out and losing time, which scared the shit out of me. A thousand more sketchy circumstances later should have ended my drinking for good, but when a person with mental illness finds a coping mechanism that feels good it's reeeeally hard to shake it. Suddenly even the smallest non-issues become a reason to drink. It's raining outside? Drink. Money is tight? Drink. No text back from random Tinder boy? Drink. I've been eating healthy and exercising and deserve a treat? Drink.
Me @ general life. |
Last year was the worst of it. I was drinking almost every day, getting drunk multiple times a week, all within the confines of my own home. Not going out helped me rationalize it. And I stopped telling anyone close to me what was going on because I knew they'd be worried. The only one who really knew the extent of it was my ex, who I was living with at the time. To be honest, I thought it was what most people were doing. And yes, a lot of people have a glass with wine with dinner but most people don't have the bottle. I'd look forward to that bottle. It became my only source of comfort. I had pushed away friends and anything good that might have helped me. It was just me, alcohol, and my cat.
Lily being ashamed of my self-destructive behaviors. |
Which brings us to today. I am sitting here typing, at 3+ months sober, and I couldn't be happier. I am very lucky to have a wonderfully supportive family that is letting me heal, and a therapist that fell from heaven and into my life. The past 90ish days have been difficult. The first few weeks were just me sleeping and crying. I liken it to a dam breaking and experiencing all the feelings I had been numbing for the last year. It was so cleansing and so overwhelming at the same time. And because of that dam breaking, I was able to unclog all the junk and have the mental clarity I was lacking a few months ago. Moving home and getting the help I needed was THE hardest and THE best thing I've ever done for my life. Highly recommend, would do again, 10/10.
I was hesitant to blog about this for a lot of obvious reasons. The potential judgment, the disappointment from friends & fam, the anxiety of putting my dirty laundry on the internet. But at the end of the day, I'm posting this because I'm proud of how far I've come. I'm posting for that person who is silently struggling but would rather die than anyone know about their addiction. Saying it out loud is scary. The fear of trying to get better and still failing is scary. But there is HOPE. I am living proof that you can climb out of the darkest pit and come out stronger than ever. Whether that's talking to your family, friends, a therapist, a stranger on the internet (hi!), or all of the above, you need to talk about it. Because addiction LOVES secrecy. It thrives in shame and embarrassment. So talking about it makes it smaller. It makes it conquerable. It exposes it as the leech on your life that it is, instead of your entire life.
So no matter what you're struggling with whether it's addiction, mental illness, your loved one's addiction/mental illness, or you feel like you keep messing up in one way or the other. It gets better, and you will get better. You are a bada$$ hunky dude and you've got this.