> Be alcoholic
> Drink only hard liquor, erry day.
> Avoid wife and two sons.
intervention.exe
> Take me to a shrink, but wife and two sons are there.
> Complain that I've been unemployed for two years, 55 year old techworker in major meltdown.
> Terrified of losing all savings, house, etc.
> Drink to numb terror.
> Shrink says first things first, and I have to stop drinking.
> I say no problem, have done it before.
> Shrink tries, repeatedly, to push drugs on me. Drugs to reduce drinking urge. Drugs that make you sick if you drink. Drugs to make me happy (Say's I'm clearly heavily depressed).
> Ask him what he defines as quitting.
> "30 days"
> Shrink says I made promises before, what is different, what if I cannot stop, I clearly need support I'm not getting, drugs, drugs, therapy, drugs.
> I firmly say no. No drugs. Will quit.
It's day 7 of no alcohol. I wrote this in my journal today:
"With regard to recovery, I am prompted to "take inventory", and
although I occasionally am tempted to get alcohol, I don't,
and will not. It has been a week and I have something to prove.
Yes, I will go to 30 days and stick it in everyone's face. No
drugs, no AA, no help of any fucking kind. I just did it myself,
thank you very much, and kiss my ass. I swear so few people know me."

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