Alcohol Days - 9/24/24 A Lifetime of Yesterday’s

When I was a kid, I had an enormous capacity to consume alcohol. I was a beer drinker who weighed 128 pounds, soaking wet. I never was a big eater, but I would sure drink a six-pack of beer and look for another can.

I enjoyed drinking and how alcohol affected me. While my OCD was owning me, I felt better if I got drunk before I went to bed. I was a social guy and had plenty of opportunities to attend parties and gatherings where drinking was acceptable and expected. So I drank. Through high school and college, I felt like I had more control over my OCD for a while because I was under the influence. In time, this would work against me as I was trying to make sure the stove was off when I was drunk. I knew I was drunk and had more difficulty believing myself when I would check something. OCD always finds a way to remind you who the boss is. It is like cancer in that way.

Once the alcohol problem is in you and growing, you are up shits creek without a paddle. Over the years, I continued to expand my desire to drink, and eventually, alcohol began to own me. So I had two owners, and neither of them was me, alcohol and OCD. I was content to meet anyone who wanted to at the bottom.

Peace,

Chris