Confessions From An Alcoholic/Addict
There's a saying in AA that we're only "as sick as our secrets." Well, I have a secret that I need to get rid of. Last month, right after my dad passed away, I visited my pdoc and reluctantly asked her for a prescription of Ativan. I was afraid that she wouldn't give it to me because a couple years ago I had abused it for a little while.
My doc did agree to write the presciption, but said she didn't trust me with it. I agreed with her. She wrote it with the provision that when I got the bottle filled I would bring it to her nurse and let her keep it. I would only get enough for a week at a time. The script was for .5 Ativan twice a day.
Everything went OK for a short time. I took no more than she prescribed. Even then I was hesitant to take as much as it was prescribed. I didn't want to become hooked on it again.
A few days after taking it, I couldn't tell it was working that much. So, I decided to stop taking it. I felt there might come a time when I might really need it and it wouldn't work.
I have this habit of sitting up sometimes all night. I don't want to go to bed. If I could, I'd rather be able to stay up 24/7 and still be able to function properly. Unfortunately, it doesn't work that way.
For the past few nights after I sit up for so long, I begin to get angry about everything. When this happenes, I feel a rage coming on. I want to throw things. So far nothing important. I've resisted the urge so far to trash my apartment.
Either these feelings peaked last night or I just got tired of having them. To make a long story short, I took 5 .5mg of the ativan fairly close together. It mellowed me out some, but didn't come close to giving me the feeling I had gotten a couple years ago. I think then the meds were a little stronger.
What was left, I flushed down the commode. Now I realize there may come a time when I would really benefit from taking the meds right. After all, my grief for dad is still extremely fresh and I don't know where it will take me. I know for a large part, I'm still in denial about it.
The way my thinking works is this. Since I've already abused the pills, I might as well go ahead and get my drug of choice which is whisky and indulge myself. I've only abused ativan and one other drug, hydrocotone for a brief time. My real choice is the whisky.
The thing is, I already feel enough guilt about abusing the pills. I can only imagine how much more guilt I'll feel if I get drunk.
Up until Oct. 2 I had a year of sobriety that I was proud of. Then I gave into the desire to drink... No excuses... I drank because I wanted to. It felt like an overwhelming urge that I got tired of resisting.
I was both open and honest with my counselor and my AA family. I had enough guilt. Lying about it or denying it wouldn't have anything better. I'm grateful for the support that I recieved from all of them.
I just wanted to share this with you and get it out in the open.
Thanks for listening!