hey, I’ve done it. I quit the booze. At first it felt great. More energy! Happier! Better sleep.
After several days though, my negative and racing thoughts have increased by about 1000%. Not 100%, it’s closer to 1000%. I can’t concentrate. I can’t sleep. I keep feeling danger everywhere. I keep telling myself to calm down. It’s nothing. You’re safe now.
“That dude is just loading up his car with groceries. He’s not going to hurt you. Be patient. Be calm,” I say to myself. And, “This dude isn’t going to hit you with his car. Turn the music up. Slide over a lane. Let him go by. It’s okay. He probably just has to go to the bathroom. Heck, maybe he already has and feels disgusted.”
“hey, stop thinking about that, “ I say to myself. “And stop walking like that! Walk on the sidewalk! Calm down! You’re not on a patrol anymore. And you’re certainly not in contact! You don’t have to be walking with the shadows and or looking for cover. Calm down.“ I keep saying these things to myself. I’m hurting man.
I think this is one of several reasons I picked that daggum bottle up to begin with. My pulse is high. Chest is sore. And I’m deeply alert. It’s hard. It’s very hard to stay away from that bottle. I have expired anti-anxiety meds. Only by a few months. I’m thinking about taking them. Just because, I know the VA. They will take months to get me what I need in order to stay away from that bottle. But I don’t know, I don’t want to hurt myself either.
Eventually, something is going to give. And I don’t want to go backwards. But, I do want to live. This is no way to live. I mean, there is a better way to live. I just need to find it. If there are any suggestions on how I can find it then I would appreciate it.