8 Weeks Of “You’re Not An Alcoholic!”. 6 Weeks Of Good Streaking
I don’t think being an alcoholic is anything to do with your consumption levels. It’s the insidious nature of your thoughts that should worry you.
For me it’s the “You’re not an alcoholic” thought that is the worst one. It’s the notion that could lead me back into drinking. It happens when I see advertising for alcohol in public, or when someone is drinking on television.
I always have to be on my guard.
No shame in alcoholism.
There’s nothing to be ashamed about if you think you’re an alcoholic. It’s often a symptom of an underlying mental illness. Society relies on you to feel ashamed about your drinking to help continue the downward spiral. It’s only a problem whilst you keep it secret and continue to feed it.
It’s still such a taboo that no one talks about it openly. And when no-one speaks out, people tend to think they are on their own with the same problem, which just makes the situation worse.
That’s why I don’t agree with keeping this problem anonymous. Other people need roadmaps to show the way through the misery of relying on a bottle to make you feel like yourself.
The loneliest place of all is being caught between being a normal drinker and an alcoholic. Britain today is full of people like this. You’ll have 101 reasons why you don’t consider yourself an alcoholic whilst ignoring the 100 warning signs that you know are there.
You’ll concentrate on other people’s drinking and not your own.
Each time you drink you make it harder for yourself to escape the trap. You’ll drink and do something embarrassing and that will make you seek refuge in the bottle even more, in order to escape the discomfort.
The cringing scars your soul and the bottle scars your body and all the time the boozing seems like it’s helping you but it’s only until you’ve got some distance away from yourself that you can see it for what it is.
Run streaking as a new addiction
I take the non-drinking day by day and I do the same thing with running at present. I’ve ran now for 41 consecutive days and I’ve now ran over 360 miles in 6 weeks.
Remember how last week I was complaining about being a lazy bastard? Well I ran 100km again this week.
I’m back on track but I know that one bad decision could set me back by so much.