The alcohol is the symptom, not the problem. It took me years, but I figured out what was making me need to get drunk every night. September 30th will be 3 years for me. I was not your average drinker. I’m diabetic now because of the way I drank. Pancreatitis 5 times, pancreatic aneurism almost killed me. So, find the reason and deal with that, then sobriety becomes easy. Also, get a hobby.
Damn. I wish I could help. The county jail helped me kick a bad habit years back. I wouldn't recommend it though. Customer service sucked.
And I'm saying this as I have 2 four packs of 211 in my fridge atm.
Go dump those out immediately for starters. And then find 2 things. A purpose for quitting, which it sounds like you have, at least partially, in your promise to your grandpa. And also productive routines to fill in the time you used to occupy with drinking. Fitness is the most obvious one. But pick up a new skill, book learning or otherwise and commit to working on it every day when you would have otherwise been drinking. In the end, only you can help yourself, if you don't have the willpower to choose to quit then nobody's suggestions will help you.
I was drinking ultra heavily after my baby died. And when I realized how bad it had gotten I just quit on the spot and haven't had a drop since. I craved it for a while and drank ginger beers for a bit and then sparkling waters but I lost the taste or desire for alcohol more quickly than I thought. If you fully quit you are going to crave sugar so don't become a fat fuck that way. I started working out more seriously again and spent my evenings after the kids went to bed studying math and reading other trade skill books rather than having a couple beers.
Find someone IRL to help hold you accountable.
I honestly don't have anyone in my life who is 100% sober. All my friends, coworkers, and extended family members are all addicts. My mom smokes weed. My sister bartends on the weekends.
In the early 2000s I was involved in the straightedge metalcore scene in my area and became acquainted with Andy Hurley - drummer of Falloutboy before he even joined the band. It was a bit weird because there was a big scene of guys aged 16-25 who did nothing but create some of heaviest and aggressive music I've ever heard, and once the scene got overtaken by MySpace emo kids, it died and a lot of people dropped their "edge" and started drinking and going along with the booze culture in Wisconsin. I kinda wish that the edge scene would back so at least I could have something to fall back on.
Excuses. Get your shit together. You're better than this.
START a new scene. Advertise on CL, local FB pages, whatever. When I got sober I did this, to put a new band together. 'Sober players only'. Took a while, but I eventually found sober folks and put together one of the hottest bands in my area, and we gigged all the time in clubs where everyone but us were getting shitfaced. It CAN be done, I know it. AGGRESSIVELY seek out sober players, and lead by example. You will be helping fellow travelers as much as yourself.
Stop bullshitting yourself. When you really want to stop you will. You just want to drink with no bad consequences, imho.
You're right. I just want the beer buzz without the beer gut... /s
No, I really want to quit for my health and my promise to my grandfather. Not just for myself, but for my family and maybe even my friends & coworkers.
Then just stop. Don't have alcohol in your home. Stay away from people, places , or things that trigger your desire to drink.
You're a damn lying faggot! You made your GRANDPA a PROMISE and you haven't kept it! You lied to him! And that makes you a faggot! Start keeping your promises! You Know he was talking about RIGHT THEN! He wasn't talking about some "magical" time in the future! You're using that "I want to stop by the time I'm 40" bit just like the jews use that stupid string around part of jew york! They ain't fooling God, and you ain't fooling your grandpa! Yeah! I'm being hard on you, but it's for a reason! I've played nice too many times with other people just to watch them drink themselves to Death! Everyone around them kept being sweet and nice and patient trying to let them "figure it out themselves"! Well they didn't! They all kept drinking until one of us "friends" had to show up one day to be the one to find them Dead! Keep your promise! Nobody in your family or any of your friends want to be the one that finds you dead with shit and piss all over you! Stop!
You stop drinking by holding yourself to a higher standard.
We can talk about how alcohol is literally poison, but that's beside the point. The spics and injuns need their firewater. You don't poison yourself because you're White. Any time you crave alcohol, say to yourself, "I'm White". And go to the gym and better yourself. Go outside and mow your lawn. Clean your home. Wash your truck. Fix something. Improve yourself enough to get a pretty girl, or go and make love to your wife. Teach your kids right from wrong. - Just do something White.
If you spend your time being White, then you won't have the time or desire to act like a spic or an injun.
My sister is dead because she couldn’t stop drinking. My dad was brilliant, and had all the promises in the world, but drank himself to the poor house.
Be a fucking man and just stop. There is no magic cure, there is no easy way out. You are an addict, and you can either quit or keep drinking. Best case is you kill your health, die early, put strain on every relationship you have, and waste your life as a drunk. Worst case is you kill your health and die early on a hospital bed gulping for air as your organs fail with your family standing around watching.
It’s your choice. You will have your last drink one day - either today or the day you die, or you can waste more of your life and have it be some point in between.
Again, though, there are no words or magic cures. You just have to want to stop more than you want to drink. That’s it.
When you do stop, there are tricks to help - exercise is great. Getting outside for a walk/run/bike ride. Train for something. Train for a marathon. Dedicate yourself to something that distracts you mentally and wears you out physically. Lift weights. Be in public and active around active people who will be positive influences.
But at the end of the day, it’s on you and you wanting to stop more than wanting to drink.
Oh, and don’t quit because of a promise. Don’t quit for anyone else. Quit for you. Be accountable to yourself. In your moments of weakness, it’s much more difficult to give up on yourself than it is to think that your grandpa is gone and won’t know if you just have one more last drink.
It's not hard to get alcohol anywhere.
It has been made by humans since the figured out, grape juice turns into wine.
But what about dry counties?
There are still bars. The only difference is you have to have a membership, like Costco. This makes them private property.
I don't drink. I'll do a shot of single malt scotch with my dad if he asks. Smoke or eat weed, if you need something. Just the plant none of those edibles, wax, or vapes.
I made a serious promise to my grandfather and I need to stick to it. That 90-something old man could've kicked both of our asses if he wanted to. WWII vets who were raised during the depression were a different breed of men.
No one is going to make you stop drinking. You need to stop yourself. If you have genuine faith in God, that will give you the power to stop. Otherwise, you are in for a difficult time. You know what you need to do, nobody needs to tell you. Stop drinking immediately. Throw out any alcohol you have in the house of any kind. Never buy another beer or alcoholic drink. Say no when your "friends" try their best to make you start drinking again, as they certainly will do. In my opinion, without God you haven't got a chance, but you may be one in a million, who knows? Surprise me.
My uncle was a very smart guy…and he drank himself to death a couple years ago.
My dad was more of a red neck, but he drank himself to death as well.
I’m not on the greatest of paths myself.
Personal responsibility is where the buck stops…but I feel like the demoralization psyop has been very effective for white people. It’s a damned thing seeing your country and way of life stolen. Living in the twilight zone takes its toll.
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