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Drink yourself to death
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We are constantly hearing about the dangers of regularly drinking too much or binge drinking in our 'civilised society'. I quite often see homeless people on my way to work at 7am cracking open a can of Special Brew and by the time I'm on my way home they are on the vodka and the cycle continues the next day. Its the same people and I've noticed them for at least two years. It took George Best years, but Nicolas Cage managed it in about 3 weeks in Leaving Las Vegas. So just how long would it take for your liver to give in, heart failure, death...
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I understand Bundybob if you're out there...or RIP. I have already lost my job and most of my friends and the friends i have left don't really want to hang out anymore. So drinking myself to death sounds pretty good right now. I know about AA, did that for 2 years about 8 years ago. I'm a female in my early 40's and have been drinking since i was 14. I have been drinking a bottle of wine a day and that's not going to do it. Maybe i don't have what it takes to drink myself to death, jumping off the bridge sounds better. Golden Gate is not too far away. I just want to be put out of my misery once and for all.
I am so thankful for the honesty in this forum and I am so (ironically) happy that I googled 'I am drinking myself to death". I am a part of this community where people feel pain like I do. I've been drinking a lot in the past ten years (I am now 33). I mean 'a lot' as in, when you take those health tests online and it's, "do you have 1-3, 4-6,6+ a day" I cringe, yet feel (ironically) great because I can fall into one of those categories, only because of that 'plus' sign- denial at it's finest. By the way, I am sitting here chugging Fireball because I feel a sense of cleanse, perhaps this will be what helps me step out of this finally, I always have room for hope. Lucky, I guess. Not quite sure yet if I want to, yet I know that I might be 'able' to. This is what makes me believe.
So, at first for the first three years until I got pregnant, I drank everyday. I took the pregnancy time and breastfeeding time to be sober. It was hell. I wasn't even really a long-term alcoholic at this point, but the hormones and HAVING to give my new crutch up was just not a good situation for my mental health, well to me. That is certainly arguable. All I wanted was that warming buzz of a beautiful red wine or a few shots of Sambuca. The warming comfort that alcohol brought to me at this point was very missed, there was not a lot of other 'fun' and 'warmth' happening. After my son turned two, it was like I went into a really selfish dive, I started my binging for real, creating a bar and drinking my face off from the moment I was cleaning the floors, (because sourpuss is a great breakfast with loud music, as you watch the business district prance by) to the closing moments at the end of the day where the bands would want to 'socialise' and I would want to use that as an excuse to drink again, and again. I am now at a point where I have had to give up my business and so thought of glamourous lifestyle and drinking excessively, even for me. Today, not being an example of volume, I drank two liters of wine and a five shots of Fireball. The problem is, I am spreading it out to my advantage so that my family doesn't notice (even though they know, I don't hide the quantity, I have a duty to be a functional individual). Yet, I masquerade the fact that I need help, I drink because of my need for constant affirmation in conversation. It's like a high, to have a fire started, FINALLY when you have been hanging out with someone, so many times and you get them or make them want to 'get you'. I get the inspiration and patience to keep trying to build something, but only if I drink. I can remember a time when that wasn't necessary. I think my point in all of this is that I remember that time, yet choose this easy way out for now. I know I am not immortal, yet I am damaging myself to the point of no repair. Not fair to those who may need me. So I write down the things that help. I was so hung over in a new way today, that I had no balance. I could hardly keep myself from toppling over. I called a friend and said that I wanted to go for a drive. Just being out in the fresh air alone helped me, and then as I gained new air, I allowed myself to be questioned a little. Which, helped. Even though I am drinking now after that, I am thinking about how sobering it was and how helpful the simplicity of the air was.
I am not sure if I feel completely stupid and think I can just continue in this way. Self medicating is not something new and profound, but I certainly feel the repercussions as I can 't stand still and feel like I have a constant inner ear infection. If I don't drink before noon, I get the shakes like you wouldn't believe, can't serve myself a cup of coffee. There you go, Rockstar. you got your glamorous life you 'wanted' as a pit of meds in your signature boozy martini. It so damn easy. I guess it's the necessity for 'easy' that makes it so appealing to those who have a serious struggle at any given moment.
So, at first for the first three years until I got pregnant, I drank everyday. I took the pregnancy time and breastfeeding time to be sober. It was hell. I wasn't even really a long-term alcoholic at this point, but the hormones and HAVING to give my new crutch up was just not a good situation for my mental health, well to me. That is certainly arguable. All I wanted was that warming buzz of a beautiful red wine or a few shots of Sambuca. The warming comfort that alcohol brought to me at this point was very missed, there was not a lot of other 'fun' and 'warmth' happening. After my son turned two, it was like I went into a really selfish dive, I started my binging for real, creating a bar and drinking my face off from the moment I was cleaning the floors, (because sourpuss is a great breakfast with loud music, as you watch the business district prance by) to the closing moments at the end of the day where the bands would want to 'socialise' and I would want to use that as an excuse to drink again, and again. I am now at a point where I have had to give up my business and so thought of glamourous lifestyle and drinking excessively, even for me. Today, not being an example of volume, I drank two liters of wine and a five shots of Fireball. The problem is, I am spreading it out to my advantage so that my family doesn't notice (even though they know, I don't hide the quantity, I have a duty to be a functional individual). Yet, I masquerade the fact that I need help, I drink because of my need for constant affirmation in conversation. It's like a high, to have a fire started, FINALLY when you have been hanging out with someone, so many times and you get them or make them want to 'get you'. I get the inspiration and patience to keep trying to build something, but only if I drink. I can remember a time when that wasn't necessary. I think my point in all of this is that I remember that time, yet choose this easy way out for now. I know I am not immortal, yet I am damaging myself to the point of no repair. Not fair to those who may need me. So I write down the things that help. I was so hung over in a new way today, that I had no balance. I could hardly keep myself from toppling over. I called a friend and said that I wanted to go for a drive. Just being out in the fresh air alone helped me, and then as I gained new air, I allowed myself to be questioned a little. Which, helped. Even though I am drinking now after that, I am thinking about how sobering it was and how helpful the simplicity of the air was.
I am not sure if I feel completely stupid and think I can just continue in this way. Self medicating is not something new and profound, but I certainly feel the repercussions as I can 't stand still and feel like I have a constant inner ear infection. If I don't drink before noon, I get the shakes like you wouldn't believe, can't serve myself a cup of coffee. There you go, Rockstar. you got your glamorous life you 'wanted' as a pit of meds in your signature boozy martini. It so damn easy. I guess it's the necessity for 'easy' that makes it so appealing to those who have a serious struggle at any given moment.
honesty in this forum and I am so (ironically) happy that I googled 'I am drinking myself to death". I am a part of this community where people feel pain like I do. I've been drinking a lot in the past ten years (I am now 33). I mean 'a lot' as in, when you take those health tests online and it's, "do you have 1-3, 4-6,6+ a day" I cringe, yet feel (ironically) great because I can fall into one of those categories, only because of that 'plus' sign- denial at it's finest. By the way, I am sitting here chugging Fireball because I feel a sense of cleanse, perhaps this will be what helps me step out of this finally, I always have room for hope. Lucky, I guess. Not quite sure yet if I want to, yet I know that I might be 'able' to. This is what makes me believe.
So, at first for the first three years until I got pregnant, I drank everyday. I took the pregnancy time and breastfeeding time to be sober. It was hell. I wasn't even really a long-term alcoholic at this point, but the hormones and HAVING to give my new crutch up was just not a good situation for my mental health, well to me. That is certainly arguable. All I wanted was that warming buzz of a beautiful red wine or a few shots of Sambuca. The warming comfort that alcohol brought to me at this point was very missed, there was not a lot of other 'fun' and 'warmth' happening. After my son turned two, it was like I went into a really selfish dive, I started my binging for real, creating a bar and drinking my face off from the moment I was cleaning the floors, (because sourpuss is a great breakfast with loud music, as you watch the business district prance by) to the closing moments at the end of the day where the bands would want to 'socialise' and I would want to use that as an excuse to drink again, and again. I am now at a point where I have had to give up my business and so thought of glamourous lifestyle and drinking excessively, even for me. Today, not being an example of volume, I drank two liters of wine and a five shots of Fireball. The problem is, I am spreading it out to my advantage so that my family doesn't notice (even though they know, I don't hide the quantity, I have a duty to be a functional individual). Yet, I masquerade the fact that I need help, I drink because of my need for constant affirmation in conversation. It's like a high, to have a fire started, FINALLY when you have been hanging out with someone, so many times and you get them or make them want to 'get you'. I get the inspiration and patience to keep trying to build something, but only if I drink. I can remember a time when that wasn't necessary. I think my point in all of this is that I remember that time, yet choose this easy way out for now. I know I am not immortal, yet I am damaging myself to the point of no repair. Not fair to those who may need me. So I write down the things that help. I was so hung over in a new way today, that I had no balance. I could hardly keep myself from toppling over. I called a friend and said that I wanted to go for a drive. Just being out in the fresh air alone helped me, and then as I gained new air, I allowed myself to be questioned a little. Which, helped. Even though I am drinking now after that, I am thinking about how sobering it was and how helpful the simplicity of the air was.
I am not sure if I feel completely stupid and think I can just continue in this way. Self medicating is not something new and profound, but I certainly feel the repercussions as I can 't stand still and feel like I have a constant inner ear infection. If I don't drink before noon, I get the shakes like you wouldn't believe, can't serve myself a cup of coffee. There you go, Rockstar. you got your glamorous life you 'wanted' as a pit of meds in your signature boozy martini. It so damn easy. I guess it's the necessity for 'easy' that makes it so appealing to those who have a serious struggle at any given moment.
So, at first for the first three years until I got pregnant, I drank everyday. I took the pregnancy time and breastfeeding time to be sober. It was hell. I wasn't even really a long-term alcoholic at this point, but the hormones and HAVING to give my new crutch up was just not a good situation for my mental health, well to me. That is certainly arguable. All I wanted was that warming buzz of a beautiful red wine or a few shots of Sambuca. The warming comfort that alcohol brought to me at this point was very missed, there was not a lot of other 'fun' and 'warmth' happening. After my son turned two, it was like I went into a really selfish dive, I started my binging for real, creating a bar and drinking my face off from the moment I was cleaning the floors, (because sourpuss is a great breakfast with loud music, as you watch the business district prance by) to the closing moments at the end of the day where the bands would want to 'socialise' and I would want to use that as an excuse to drink again, and again. I am now at a point where I have had to give up my business and so thought of glamourous lifestyle and drinking excessively, even for me. Today, not being an example of volume, I drank two liters of wine and a five shots of Fireball. The problem is, I am spreading it out to my advantage so that my family doesn't notice (even though they know, I don't hide the quantity, I have a duty to be a functional individual). Yet, I masquerade the fact that I need help, I drink because of my need for constant affirmation in conversation. It's like a high, to have a fire started, FINALLY when you have been hanging out with someone, so many times and you get them or make them want to 'get you'. I get the inspiration and patience to keep trying to build something, but only if I drink. I can remember a time when that wasn't necessary. I think my point in all of this is that I remember that time, yet choose this easy way out for now. I know I am not immortal, yet I am damaging myself to the point of no repair. Not fair to those who may need me. So I write down the things that help. I was so hung over in a new way today, that I had no balance. I could hardly keep myself from toppling over. I called a friend and said that I wanted to go for a drive. Just being out in the fresh air alone helped me, and then as I gained new air, I allowed myself to be questioned a little. Which, helped. Even though I am drinking now after that, I am thinking about how sobering it was and how helpful the simplicity of the air was.
I am not sure if I feel completely stupid and think I can just continue in this way. Self medicating is not something new and profound, but I certainly feel the repercussions as I can 't stand still and feel like I have a constant inner ear infection. If I don't drink before noon, I get the shakes like you wouldn't believe, can't serve myself a cup of coffee. There you go, Rockstar. you got your glamorous life you 'wanted' as a pit of meds in your signature boozy martini. It so damn easy. I guess it's the necessity for 'easy' that makes it so appealing to those who have a serious struggle at any given moment.
I'm 25 and looking at 40 years in prison for crimes I didn't commit, I've decided to drink myself to death since its a slow death and if by some miracle by the god I no longer believe cares for me I don't spend the rest of my life living in a prison I figure I'll stop then and only drink for fun like I used to with the friends who have abandoned me thanks to big mouths
At least if I'm drunk it won't suck as much right?
At least if I'm drunk it won't suck as much right?
You can all kiss my ass, what are your f'ng probl
Unless someone is a member of TheAnswerBank for other business, I assume folks arrive at this post like I did - google hit. And, if you arrive here by the google hit, I would assume you most likely got here from your suicidal tendencies and a curiosity that perhaps you can drink yourself to death.
I think it is probably an ineffective, inefficient, and very expensive way to off yourself.
On the plus side, if successful, it probably can be a little less public, and a little more anonymous, and leave you with some level of deniability, which could be important say with the life insurance claims.
I would think a way to expedite matters on this path is to get yourself on an ambitious tylenol program in conjunction with the booze. Would have to speed the liver damage if the label warnings are to be believed, and I have to think they are there for a reason.
Good luck.
I think it is probably an ineffective, inefficient, and very expensive way to off yourself.
On the plus side, if successful, it probably can be a little less public, and a little more anonymous, and leave you with some level of deniability, which could be important say with the life insurance claims.
I would think a way to expedite matters on this path is to get yourself on an ambitious tylenol program in conjunction with the booze. Would have to speed the liver damage if the label warnings are to be believed, and I have to think they are there for a reason.
Good luck.
34, Ive skipped maybe 8 total days since I was 17 I drink till I pass out every day. I would have killed me a long time ago If I didnt have a job. I've wanted to drink myself to death for a very long time. All I've really done drink my life away.
Being totally dependent on drinking every day I have zero friends, I mean absolute zero, I kissed a girl when I was 16 but havent been touched that way ever since.
I'm sick of trying to drink myself to death, like everything else I do in life I suck at it. Some people are just not good at life. period.
I will slowly wither away into nothing being a drain on my few surviving family members. Till life take me. In that sense I am drinking myself to death it will just take another 30-40 years or so. Talk about slow and painful.
Being totally dependent on drinking every day I have zero friends, I mean absolute zero, I kissed a girl when I was 16 but havent been touched that way ever since.
I'm sick of trying to drink myself to death, like everything else I do in life I suck at it. Some people are just not good at life. period.
I will slowly wither away into nothing being a drain on my few surviving family members. Till life take me. In that sense I am drinking myself to death it will just take another 30-40 years or so. Talk about slow and painful.
