I don't drink…except when I do. Went in vacation with my wife and 3 kids to meet my wife's family. Sisters and dad with niece and nephews. 4 hours after we got there I was ordering food for my daughters. Tempted to a double of JD. Was so good I had to take another to make sure I wasn't mistaken.
I believe I found my klonopin because it wasn't there when I got home. I have 5 snippets of the rest of the evening. All absolutely terrible. The first was driving to Walmart with my brother in law. I drove…yeah. Bought wine. Drank a bottle in about 10 minutes.
The other snippets I'm not comfortable sharing. Too embarrassing and painful. Except my wife was concerned I had a pistol in my backpack. She wanted it and I was afraid I wouldn't get it back so I clung to it. No brandishing. No threats. No anger. Just outta my fucking head with a loaded .45 in my possession.
Woke up to a woman scorned. Had to leave early by myself. It's civil now but over. This is preceded by 20 years of bipolar disorder, ptsd, alcohol and substance abuse off and on for 20 years. The proverbial straw…
Everything I care about is right in front of me but a million miles away. I'm not living long without them.
I'm not sure why I'm at liberty to share but perhaps someone reads this and thinks, "Holy shit! Maybe it's not so bad!"