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Paul Thompson3 said:I’ve been through enough pain and catharsis to tell you—you probably drink to numb the ache or because you feel empty inside. At least, that’s my take. I was never much of a drinker, but I started hitting the bottle because I lost my usual escape—my favorite way to check out. Sometimes it was just pure, unbearable boredom or having too much damn time on my hands.
I’d get drunk and wander the streets alone, living out some low-budget noir adventure.
Eventually, I didn't even bother leaving the house; I’d just grab a liter of wine and knock it back in an afternoon. It became my "new normal"—drinking a bottle almost every single day. I actually started getting into it, learning about different labels and finding favorites. There were nights I’d sit with a bottle and browse this forum—it was actually pretty great for a while. But then it hit me: I’d been doing this for ages, and I could feel the alcohol calling my name. It didn't matter what the drink was anymore—as long as it was booze. That’s how most chronic drinkers start, I'm sure. I hated that realization, so I quit. Now, sitting down with a bottle isn't fun anymore; it’s lost its charm and usually feels pointless. I don't have any alcoholics in my family, so I guess I got lucky in that regard.
So, let's cut to the chase, Miškica. I know it sounds cynical—if booze is all you have, then without it, you have nothing—and a better life doesn't just build itself.
I know a young couple who are heavy drinkers; we’ve never talked about it directly, but it’s obvious they come from some seriously messed up backgrounds.
And I won't even get into my impression of the woman—she’s completely unhinged. I doubt there’s any help for her right now, because every time I see her, she’s showing up with two liters of cheap beer or some bottom-shelf wine. I feel for her and wish I could help just by talking, but you can't really have a conversation with someone in that state.
Anyway, I just wanted to say: don't be afraid. Every bit of pain passes eventually. Suffering itself is meaningless unless we let it be a teacher to make us better people. That’s the core of our experience on Earth—we’re just tiny pieces of a puzzle that might be so beautiful it transcends our ability to even understand beauty.
Agree. Everything passes, even the pain.
Pain is part of the deal. But... most people don't know how to actually go through it. They don't want to. It's exhausting, it's brutal, and it hurts.
p.s. I'm done drinking...
Back when I was still hitting the booze (similar to your drinking habits), I was dead certain I wouldn't get hooked. 🤣 I justified that thought because, being in the profession, I already knew exactly how people end up... plus, I hated seeing myself like that.
The trigger that finally made me quit was a surge of intense pain—the kind that makes you snap, lose your mind, and yell: "For God's sake, look at how you're living!"
Well... that's just the start of the new trials we face while we're alive. And the liquor stores and pharmacies will always be there to "help" us through them. 😉
What am I going to reach for?
Am I going to slip up?
Will strength stay on my side?
What do I do when I fall?
Can I dodge the pain?
Once I accept that life is both heavy and joyful, maybe it won't feel so damn heavy anymore.
Either face it, walk through it, and find grace, or grab a drink to try and find it that way. 🤣
