“As a little girl, I was introduced to the negativity alcohol can create in a household. My parents always made certain to inform me of how important it was to stay away from alcohol, but regardless, I continued to spiral out of control.
While it was unbeknownst to me then, I began experiencing the underlying symptoms of anxiety at a very young age. I suffered from headaches, night terrors, and unexplained emotional breakdowns. Others often labeled me as a ‘baby’ or ‘weak’ due to my sensitivity.
As a toddler, I was easily startled. My mother admits as a child, I would often worry about the future. I would go through 1-2-week phases of constant worry. I would cry and worry about things such as growing older, losing my parents, or being left alone.
In elementary school, I started avoiding the bathroom stalls due to my fear of being locked in. I began avoiding certain men or panicked when they got close. I refused to attend our school trip due to the fear of being away from home. To be fair, my parents had no idea of how intense my fears were. I never felt the need to talk about it.
As I grew into my teenage years, I remained quiet and well-behaved. On the inside, though, I continuously fought through excessive and uncontrollable worries about all the aspects of my life.
Summer of 2006 began like any other. I remember the feeling of freedom as I ran home from my very last day of middle school. I couldn’t believe in only a few months, I would finally become a freshman.
Unfortunately, my untreated anxiety had turned into a very challenging battle. I was consumed by the intense worry of situations I could not control. I attempted to seek advice from others around me, hoping to find an immediate answer, but remained unsuccessful.
On my first day of freshman year, I experienced what seemed to be the accumulationof every attempt I made to hide what had carried heavy on my shoulders for so long. Unaware of what was happening, my parents made the decision to keep me home until I felt better.
I never made it to my second or third day of high school. I began panicking at the thought of attending and the fear of leaving the house quickly grew within me. After multiple attempts to help, my parents suggested I see a doctor. They quickly diagnosed and treated me for depression. Once I was treated, I remained hopeless, but I slowly began to see the light.
I successfully graduated 4 years later, regardless of the issues I had dealt with. I no longer felt the intense pressure I had put on myself to feel ‘normal.’ I was finally able to cope with my anxiety. I was convinced that my battle with mental health was over.
My struggle with addiction began as a young adult, craving to lessen my insecurities and numb my fears. Like most, my habits went from an occasional drink to it becoming a daily necessity. I was in existence, but I had no life.
I was completely uneducated on the dark reality that can arise from mixing an antidepressant medication with alcohol. For a period of 7 years, my mind was misled into believing alcohol had zero effect on my mental health. Not only did my drinking escalate quickly, but so did my excuses. Even though I had never struggled much with insecurities, alcohol quickly changed that. I became insecure, jealous, and envious of others.
My life appeared to be great. As a new college graduate, I had purchased my first home and began planning the future ahead of me. On the inside, though, I found myself using alcohol to suppress the depressive episodes I would begin experiencing. Drinking was the only thing that kept my spirit alive.
Despite the fact I never blamed anything on the alcohol at the time, I lost everything. I quickly found myself at rock bottom, where I had nothing left to lose. The thought of failing at such a young age increased my urge to drink. Looking back, I truly believe alcohol was the main factor in many of my failures. It had an awful impact on my life.
As time passed, I began to rebuild my life. But, I never stopped drinking. Even if I was able to control my drinking most of the time, I was unable to control the thought of wanting it all the time. I struggled with only having one while others happily sipped on the same drink for hours. It was impossible for me to keep any alcohol in the house, but regardless, I was convinced if my habits didn’t affect my relationship, my career or my friendships, no problems should arise.
I was completely oblivious to the fact my ability to cope with anxiety in a natural way had vanished while I used alcohol to cope instead.
In April 2020, I became ill and it was necessary I re-evaluate my drinking habits. Despite the fact the idea of going without alcohol for a long period made me cringe, I set the goal to stay alcohol free for 7 days. I had never realized in the span of 7 years, I had not been alcohol free for more than just a few days.
My first attempt at remaining alcohol free ended at day 38. Because I had successfully made it so far, I felt having a drink was appropriate. I re-assured myself I could control it, until I couldn’t. I would impatiently wait until Friday to prove to myself I had control of it, but I simply couldn’t stop thinking about it. They say relapsing is a part of recovery, but I was convinced there was no recovery to be made.
It wasn’t until 3 months later I officially ended my relationship with alcohol. Similar to a real relationship, I endured the same emotional distress that arises during a break up.
Because I was no longer using alcohol to cope with life, my mental health slowly deteriorated. I constantly felt waves of emotions rushing through, unable to control how I felt. My panic attacks reappeared in a frequent and uncontrollable manner.
Similarly to fourteen years earlier, I rapidly developed an intense (but temporary) fear of being alone. From one day to the next, I was crippled with anxiety. My symptoms varied from trembling, heart palpitations, sweating, vomiting, and fear of dying. Subsequently, I was diagnosed with a panic disorder. I had to regain my ability to cope with my anxiety, but in a much healthier manner.
I am no stranger to the thought of having a drink, but I am also no stranger to the thought of genuine happiness. Now, at 5 months sober, I no longer feel the urge to drink. I always thought the world revolved around drinking, but then, I realized I made my world revolve around it.
Even if anxiety is something I will always deal with, I have learned to cope with it in a way I never have before. I am organized, self-aware, reliable, and IN CONTROL.
As a child, I fantasized about others understanding me. I wondered what it would be like to meet someone who had similar struggles. I have always felt the need to share my story, for those who may feel as hopeless as I did. You have to keep in mind that strength comes from struggles.”
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