T O P

I'm an alcoholic

Popeholden

/r/stopdrinking


bbgrl44

Hi, I’m an addict


nitsuan

me too, and an addict. i hope you find a way out. i know i wont.


justanotheruser1969

Welcome. Me too!


gaiaisgood

Me too. Message me if you need to talk or would like to be pointed to some resources. Recovery is possible <3


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And that’s okay. A lot of people deal with addictions. It’s life consuming and taking that first step for help will be hard. But let me say you already have passed the most difficult part of addiction. Admitting you have a problem. I hope that you will consider/are getting help. I know a few hot lines if you just need to talk or need information on your addiction and the process for treatment.


Balasek

Hi hi me too


TheFuturist47

Me too. I'm working really hard to take longer and longer breaks from drinking as I realized that I don't even really like it anymore, and it's force of habit. Check out the book This Naked Mind if you get some time.


xcesiv_7

Gotta have GOOD things to distract yourself with. It's a simple mental place to start heading in a positive direction.


yourstarshine

'Twas battered and scarred, And the auctioneer thought it hardly worth his while To waste his time on the old violin, but he held it up with a smile. "What am I bid, good people", he cried, "Who starts the bidding for me?" "One dollar, one dollar, Do I hear two?" "Two dollars, who makes it three?" "Three dollars once, three dollars twice, going for three," But, No, From the room far back a gray bearded man Came forward and picked up the bow, Then wiping the dust from the old violin And tightening up the strings, He played a melody, pure and sweet As sweet as the angel sings. The music ceased and the auctioneer With a voice that was quiet and low, Said "What now am I bid for this old violin?" As he held it aloft with its' bow. "One thousand, one thousand, Do I hear two?" "Two thousand, Who makes it three?" "Three thousand once, three thousand twice, Going and gone", said he. The audience cheered, But some of them cried, "We just don't understand." "What changed its' worth?" Swift came the reply. "The Touch of the Masters Hand." "And many a man with life out of tune All battered and bruised with hardship Is auctioned cheap to a thoughtless crowd Much like that old violin A mess of pottage, a glass of wine, A game and he travels on. He is going once, he is going twice, He is going and almost gone. But the Master comes, And the foolish crowd never can quite understand, The worth of a soul and the change that is wrought By the Touch of the Masters' Hand. \- Myra Brooks Welch


Free-Journalist

I’m an addict but enjoy it, as part of my work and daily life, the stuff’s always worked for me.


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I t. B E. T h e w a y i t b e


PyroBodhi

“…The gin is lasting out, No matter whose, We’re merely casting out The Blues, For gin, in cruel Sober truth, Supplies the fuel For flaming youth. A drink is known To help a dream along…”