Hey. I'm new around here. And, after 35+ years of some pretty heavy alcohol and marijuana use, I quit just about a month ago. Cold turkey. It's been the most difficult thing I have ever gone through, physically and mentally. I have no desire to smoke or drink, but I feel like such dog doo - my head feels like it's overstuffed with cotton and I've had anxiety like I've never imagined (which then spirals into a desperate depression). Yay. Good times. It's been a relief to read that this isn't uncommon, but if anyone wants to pipe in with their experience, I welcome further confirmation that this is just part of the withdrawal process.
I know it's early days and that it could take months, but I have been facilitating my detox with a really clean, organic diet, juicing, daily coffee enemas and infrared sauna sessions and I just assumed all of that would hurry the process along and that I would be feeling better by now. In fact, I just feel worse. Less energy. More fuzzy headed. The anxiety is less intense, but more constant. I can't seem to see the bright side of anything. Sigh. Someone throw me a lifeline.
I went to my first AA meeting last night - mostly because I know that I need to surround myself with people who are committed to living a sober lifestyle, but I am curious about these famous 12 Steps.
My drug and alcohol use hasn't landed me in any real shit - I'm very fortunate to have made it this far without any real negative social consequences - but, it has been detrimental to my health. My body has willingly taken the abuse for DECADES and now she's asking for some love. I'm giving it to her and I'm hoping it's not too little, too late.
That's my story. Cheers, as they say.
I know it's early days and that it could take months, but I have been facilitating my detox with a really clean, organic diet, juicing, daily coffee enemas and infrared sauna sessions and I just assumed all of that would hurry the process along and that I would be feeling better by now. In fact, I just feel worse. Less energy. More fuzzy headed. The anxiety is less intense, but more constant. I can't seem to see the bright side of anything. Sigh. Someone throw me a lifeline.
I went to my first AA meeting last night - mostly because I know that I need to surround myself with people who are committed to living a sober lifestyle, but I am curious about these famous 12 Steps.
My drug and alcohol use hasn't landed me in any real shit - I'm very fortunate to have made it this far without any real negative social consequences - but, it has been detrimental to my health. My body has willingly taken the abuse for DECADES and now she's asking for some love. I'm giving it to her and I'm hoping it's not too little, too late.
That's my story. Cheers, as they say.
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