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Are you calling ME an alcoholic?

Updated: May 21, 2020

“To be gravely affected, one does not necessarily have to drink a long time nor take the quantities some of us have. This is particularly true of women. Potential female alcoholics often turn into the real thing and are gone beyond recall in a few years. Certain drinkers, who would be greatly insulted if called alcoholics, are astonished at their inability to stop.”

AA Big Book, More About Alcoholism, page 33.

Are you calling ME an alcoholic? How insulting!!! {{ hiccup }}

As much as I whined and stomped my feet and prayed to not be associated with the ugly word, A-L-C-O-H-O-L-I-C, there came a time, when the label just didn’t matter anymore. I had a problem. I was a problem drinker. I was a grey area drinker. I had an alcohol abuse disorder. I was an alcoholic lite. Alcohol had taken over my life. It was killing me and my family and my hopes and dreams and future.

Listen, call it whatever you like, a “problem drinker”, a “grey area drinker”, “alcohol abuse disorder”, whatever you want. My personal fan favorite was when someone labeled me as “alcoholic lite” because that sounded so much nicer than the other nasty, ugly words. I mean, alcoholic just isn’t a very nice word for a lovely little lady such as I, but the fact is that I am an alcoholic. When I drink, I drink to extremes. I don’t drink like a lady. One drink just gets me started and I want more and it ain’t pretty. I want mooooore. Like a bottle…or two…here, hold my beer.

Things that would never happen when I’m sober, seem to happen that I either can’t control or I just forget about altogether. I lose control. I am out of control, literally.

What began as a lovely glass of wine here or there, managed to progress over the span of a few years into something that I had no control over.

Drinking was so much fun ~ until it wasn’t.

I wasn’t a daily drinker ~ until I was.

I didn’t always black out and fall asleep ~ until I did.

I didn’t always drink too much ~ until I did.

I didn’t binge drink ~ until I did.

I follow a lot of social media pages geared around sobriety and I read over and over again women (mostly) who will claw their eyes out before admitting that they’re an alcoholic. It’s okay, I did, too. Believe me, I fought so hard to NOT be an alcoholic that you know what I did? Yep, I DRANK OVER IT!

If that doesn’t make me an alcoholic, I don’t what does!

Here’s the thing. It’s just a word. It’s not who you are! It’s just a word. But, my dear reader, there is a solution!

Are you searching for yourself? Do you feel like you’ve forgotten who you really are? Are you ready to do a little work to begin to love yourself again?

Okay! Good! Here’s the deal. There are a few things you need to try to regain YOU again. Doing these things are not going to take away your pain, make your partner stop drinking, quiet your children, or make the sun come out, but I promise, if you admit that you have a problem, pick out whatever pretty word you need to admit that problem and then ask for help, I promise your life will start to come back to you!

As quickly (or slowly) as alcohol took your life away from you, you CAN find it again! It’s not at the bottom of a bottle anymore! It’s out {{ there }} waiting for you!

I know. I know. It's an ugly word, alcoholic. But it doesn't define you. It's not who you really are and as soon as you get over the word, you can have your life back...and even better than before!

Reach out and ask for help. Get help. You are worth it!



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