Your right. It is a moment where the drink does take a little edge off the misery. Not to air my ‘personal laundry’ but at this point who cares? I live in a very toxic stressful environment with an old fashion, hard ass dad, who is really become hostile towards me ever since I got sick. He doesn’t believe me, and is pushing hard to get me to move out. I am miserable. I have trouble getting work and have been devastated by this drug. I used to have decent paying work, but that all changed in 2008. A train wreck is what my life has become. My brain fog is another reason I drink. It is extremely uncomfortable living with heavy cognitive change. Like living in a comatose state.
I also lost my mother to cancer a year ago. My dad takes out his stress on me. I am trying to find a way to move out asap, but it’s been a nightmare, when your own dad, becomes your enemy, and not trying to understand you and help. Prison seems to be a more comfortable place, when you have my tragic situation, and your sick as fuck.
Kicking this habit is not easy, but I’d rather drink beer, and wine, to change how I feel somewhat, take the edge off, rather than putting a pharmacological drug into my system to take the edge off.