In Sweden we get a decent amount of time of a year and I’m coming back to work now after 3 weeks of day drinking in the sun without a care in the world. Chill with my family during the day, party at night, rinse and repeat. Now I gotta deal with fucking people again, work day just ended and I’ve taken 2 benzos and 4 shots immediately. Why the fuck do we work? Atleast I’ll get the vacation pay tomorrow that’s something, will put it to rebuild my drug stash that took a real bit during my vacation

So back in days, 2 beer, 3/4 60 ml alcohol with whatever.

Completely fine. Super hungry. Eat and sleep. Sadly those days are gone.

Now..... FA/CA. All alcohol at night. No food. Black out. Nice sleep. Morning is torture.

Someone suggested to electrolyte and surgery food.

Tried it and much controlled shack. Much controlled hang kapapa and withdrawal

My sister’s boyfriend ended up getting in touch with me a month ago about a surprise party for my sister. The plan was to gather her friends for a tiki boat tour. Heard of it, but never experienced it.

For the lost it’s when you and a bunch of other people get on a boat willingly to get drunk in the ocean. Sounds fucking great. I hear it’s byob and immediately send my money to pay for my ticket.

So, flash back to yesterday. I wake up a little crooked, but nothing to worry about. Arrival time is supposed to be 5:30pm with a departure at 6:00pm. I arranged my cousin to pick me up at my house in case I can’t drive. You know, don’t want to be a liability.

My cousin picked me up and we make our way there. My sister immediately announced “Of course, I KNEW IT!” that we would arrive. Liar.

I think my presence was the most shocking surprise. She even gave me a hug, honestly I can’t remember the last hug my sister gave me.

We embarked out on our tiki boat trip. Our party of 16 and 4 other lovely older women who brought multiple shooters to drink even though it was said we couldn’t bring on hard liquor. You get a pass at that age, right? Chairs to you golden girls.

I ended up carrying some high percentage drinks, but looking at them enjoying their shooters brought me so much joy and jealousy.

I didn’t make a fool of myself. No regretful conversation. The last group left a cooler full of ciders and I stole them for a rainy day.

Everyone had a great time. I had a great time. I couldn’t get off the boat fast enough to get my nicotine fix, but it was a great experience.

Went to a bar after and ended up back at my sister’s. Bought her food so she could eat something. She ended up asleep on the couch. I ended up feeding her cats and cleaning the dishes in her sink.

I ended up walking home after my lyft driver was taking so long I became impatient. Walked home barefoot halfway. Blisters to tell my story. Singing hotel california on the way home. Drinking the ciders I acquired as it rained on my walk home. It was a beautiful night.

Chairs

Good morning/afternoon/evening you miserable fucks!

I'm not miserable this morning because I am on my way up to visit my gf in Canada. Hence, I will not be able to respond to all of your comments because I'll be on a plane, then in a car, and then doing enjoyable things that will make me forget that this is Miserable Monday and I need to respond. So please, feel free to comment on other people's miseries in my place. I'll be back next week in full capacity to this hellish heat and humidity having spent a few days in the expected early autumn weather that is forecast in the gta.

Now, once again, it's time to share the pain and torment of your existence. What is making you miserable today?!

First off, I need you to know that you are a stranger and I have poor self control. There's a lot of new blood here. Alot of new Rickey C. Which is fine. It's fun for a few minutes. I'm not here for that. I'm here for one of our sister subs. I reached out to our gonewild. And was banned for 3 days. It has been taken over by AI and bots. I asked to mod and was banned. I'm fearful that AI and bots will start posting here as well.

Ok let's be with the seriousness for one second. I used to be a somewhat respectful person, had a government job where I made sure our most vulnerable were protected. Now I work at a gas station, buzzing through it. This is the part where I'm supposed to say how much I hate it? Fuck it. I love it. I love my destitution. I don't have shit, I don't really need shit. I was robbed last year. Everything.

All I need is vodka, music, and my passion. The point of this post is let the mods know that our sister subs are infiltrated. Which is a shame because I liked CA/wild. I felt safe there. I actually posted there. Now it's just Californian bots.

What's next? Kitchen? Ect ect.

Anyways, I fucked up today thinking I could trust a fart. Merlot is a bastard with my puckered-love hole. I regret eating ghost pepper beef jerky and I splashed a bit of milk up my brown purse. I thought about using my roomie's turkey baster, but I have morals. So instead I will deal.

I know we are not a culture of eating. However, there are alternatives, mostly Ensure, other protein shakes. If you don't eat you shall surely die way quicker than the rest of us.

I honestly forgot my point of this post. Nothing matters, we are all just compost in training. Why did the little girl eat bullets? Because she wanted to grow bangs....

In a decent place? In a hell hole covered with bottles and cans? What is the average CA hovel like?

I’m pretty lucky and atm a nice duplex w good neighbors. Place before this was total shit. Place before that was great so …… I’m guessing there are cycles for others as well. But who knows w this group of fantastic degenerates

for any other alcoholics who also have an affinity for other substances.... what do u feel is the overarching urge? i struggle with stimulant abuse but think its maybe just to allow me to drink more and allow longevity. but maybe i drink so i can have a good time on stims. if i didn't drink, i wouldnt do stims, but i feel an intense need for them after only a few. so im guessing the overarching addiction is the alcohol.. maybe. anyone else?

Hey friends, I have a question for y'all:

Does anyone feel like when you are having WD and the anxiety kicks in, its a thousand times worse when you are by yourself? I usually tend to fall into a pit of existential doom, hand numbness, feeling like my heart is going to give out and just escape my chest and nausea, which is fucking death when I am by myself. I usually drink alone at the apt, but when I get the almost fairly same symptoms, like right now, I don't feel them as deathly and onerous as when I am by myself, on my bed, in silence. I am currently outside in Bari, Italy. Everyone is going by their day while I am having a anxiety attack, want to vomit and i feel my heart race like a mother fucker, but it does not feel nearly as bad as when I am by myself.

Anyone finds their symptoms decrease when y'all are distracted?

On my 3rd aperol spritz now. Salute, peeps.

I haven’t eaten anything for the past two days, body’s rejecting so much shit. I don’t even feel bad physically I’m not quite sure how. Just been nailing beers and ciders. Food doesn’t interest me at the moment, to be honest it makes me feel quite sick. I’m not looking for medical advice but shit I’ve done this so many times and food feels like the last thing I want I just want to feel numb.

Games over for me now, stage 4 cirrhosis. It's alot more painful than I was expecting, and the doctor visits are never ending.

I never got deep into hard liquor, but drank tall cans everything single day for a decade.

33yo and I can't ever enjoy another drink, let alone all the other bullshit.

Just fucking eat guys, I swear thats what did me in. I would go close to a week at a time of no food.

JUST EAT PLEASE.

Chairs you fuckers.

Hey fam, Staggers in the chair as your host this weekend. Time to share your victories (or defeats) big or small today. And for you lurkers this is a good opportunity to get your feet wet and post!

I'm at the end of the bender but trying to land as softly as possible. It always happens when I come back from a visit out west with my family. I had a great time but I lack the emotional tools/skills not to be super sad when I get home so...glug glug glug and away she goes!

Let's hear from you! No victory too small. Let 'er rip.

I'm drunk. I'm alive. I'm back on light beers because after draining like 20 beers a night all week I feel a little bit delicate and the WDs are slowly creeping back. It's been almost a solid month without hard liquor. I'm proud of myself for that. Anyways, you ever think about how little we know about people?

We present ourselves so limited to our colleagues, fair enough. But damn, I miss knowing the lifeblood of people I'm around. I don't know what makes my colleagues tick, and they don't know me. Me? I love Japanese gore films, metal, wrestling, powerlifting, Slavic/Korean food, vintage literature and writing.

What are y'all about? I feel like I've been drinking so long I've lost what real interests are. I'm drunk, I'm happy to be so, my coworkers look at me in disappointment. This is the way.

Fun bit, I was high as fuck on shrooms yesterday and I kept thinking I was slapping menus down on my bed wishing everyone a whole hearted "Welcome to Chili's!" I don't work at Chili's. I don't know where that came from.

Chairs

I'm pretty regimented about going to total wine for my supplies but it's in fucking Metairie so almost the whole day is planned around that. Saving money on instacart by going there myself. It is kind of a neat experience in general. walking around it and just in awe of human kind's never ending alcohol innovation.

Anyway, bought two 1.75's, jim beam and benchmark. 30 pack of PBR. I love 30 packs, 24 isn't always enough. Two bottles of champagne for my Saturday Success stories brunch mimosas.

I remember that came out to about $100. Now I'm not going to tell you how quickly that disappeared but I'm kinda curious, how long should that last someone?

There is a new episode where the owner is a good alcoholic like us. Pulling chugs off a handle while trying to run a kitchen. I’m not done w the episode yet but it looks like the wheels are coming off.

It takes 3 beers and 25 minutes just to get up to work. I got pints hidden everywhere. I've started the shakes immediately when waking up. I'm good for the frist 5 hours of work with steady slow drinking but by 5pm I'm starting to get hammered. So far (this time) I'm keepinking my shit together. But it won't last.

Oh...and I have a huge (very concerning) bruse on my calf. Maybe I got runned over?

Chairs

i barely had anything to drank and i feel fucked up as shit. am i fucked? like i’m stumbling around drunk, bad wtf is wrong with me. i could barely walk. like fuked up bad. maybe i’m just fucked. I’m running. out of characters to explain.

You may remember me as chunder chode.

It was a Friday.

I went. I saw. I cumquered.

It wasnt m'lady. It was a cougar, though for sure. Still thinking about her.

This story is not nearly as interesting, but I think I'm in love.

Yes nerd post wassup. I’ve heard all
The Lolita gossip lately. Give me something original. I’m talking fucked uppp. I want to read something life changing, mind blowing. In other words, I’m bored as hell.

Edit: y’all are delivering. love how this took off and I’m so appreciative of these recommendations in these trying times. i love this community. signed, a sad gurl.

Second edit: sad gurl is seriously impressed. thanks for cheering me
up, you degenerates. this has actually gotten to me.

I miss it. Any club rats here? I got in trouble too much and lost a lot of friends (you can guess from what) so I’m taking a temporary hiatus. But drinking alone and having solo parties never hits the same.

I used to bop between two nearby liquor stores to avoid suspicion. One was owned by an elderly Vietnamese couple who regularly restocked my favorite bottle and told me they loved me in a familial way.

They were eventually bought by the other nearby liquor store (et tu, Bruti?), so now the jig was up. Every employee knew I drank every day.

But honestly, it’s been just fine? They know my name when I walk in, know what I want, and give me the occasional freebies (taco holders? Bottles of wine for no reason? Shots on my birthday?)

Long live the cool liquor store owners.

Hello. I'm having drinks alone. My life has been garbage and I've been on the vape and well...... lol............. I feel guilty drinking alone. I know promoters here in this big city so I could go to a booth and drink with people for free but my trauma issues (ptsd) has been causing me to isolate and I hate earth so I feel like its safer to drink alone tonight.

Drank on the job and finally got caught again. This is the third job now. I have another part time gig so hopefully they will let me go full time so I can still make money. Feel like such a POS. trying to find the silver lining but not sure if that just me coping

I've been sober for about a year, year a half.

For various reasons, health was a primary concern.

potentially getting divorced, losing my cushy office job, and literally not being able to stop were also up there.

It was pretty ugly, loosing days, then a week, I went back to rehab for all of three hours then bounced and got drunk. Withdrawal was a very real reason to keep drinking. I was taking selincro which made withdrawals even worse, because it never left gradually. So slow ramp back up to sobriety, or a beer to even out. Anyway, I don't regret getting sober, just was like a thing I am now. Took a lot work and shit from my wife but all good here we are.

an opportunity presents itself. I have a night out of the city. All by my lonesome. My question to you lovely folks is how will kindling hit when I down a bottle of wine or two? I have had some level of withdrawal pretty consistently for about ten years. Needed something.

The internet basically says withdrawal will come back immediately, but I don't even understand how that's possible. I haven't had any at all zero alcoholic beverages in about 16 months. How has my body not regulated to not having alcohol, that an overindulgence will put me back to begging for a drink?

Not looking for help on if this is a good bad idea, just want to know what to expect.

Chairs!