Just a quick update for anyone who is following this blog. I am sure no one is but there you are. I'll update anyway. You may well know who I am by now but I don't really care if you do.
Jane is okay. She's had the usual binge but they are further apart than in the past. She's pretty healthy. Binging does not damage health as much as permanent drinking as the body has time to recover.
Except...Jane binges bigtime and has accidents. I won't go into details but there is a distinct possibility that she could harm herself badly on one of her alcoholic binges. Or get into trouble with the police.
We still see each other almost daily. I'll be meeting her today in about 30 minutes. We'll have a chat, have a coffee and go for a walk by the river. In the summer we walk in the beautiful Richmond Park. These are good for her and me. She likes them.
Nature is a great healer. It pours balm on the troubled brain. Walk in nature, among the trees. Listen to the trees. Smell the earth. Watch the deer. Feel the warm breeze. Hear the trickle of water. Touch a leaf. Hug a tree. Talk to a tree. It is not madness. It is sanity. It brings you back to where you came from, the earth, nature.
This helps to heal Jane. It helps to keep her stable and on the straight and narrow. She'll never get rid of that biting desire to drink when the clock ticks around for the beginning of the next binge. It is the rush, she says. The pull of the rush from neat vodka or whatever is available.
It is remarkable that she stores the booze up for the next time. She tricks herself into believing that she is not going to drink it. That it is for someone else. The mind games of a binge alcoholic.
I love her.
Jane is okay. She's had the usual binge but they are further apart than in the past. She's pretty healthy. Binging does not damage health as much as permanent drinking as the body has time to recover.
Except...Jane binges bigtime and has accidents. I won't go into details but there is a distinct possibility that she could harm herself badly on one of her alcoholic binges. Or get into trouble with the police.
We still see each other almost daily. I'll be meeting her today in about 30 minutes. We'll have a chat, have a coffee and go for a walk by the river. In the summer we walk in the beautiful Richmond Park. These are good for her and me. She likes them.
Nature is a great healer. It pours balm on the troubled brain. Walk in nature, among the trees. Listen to the trees. Smell the earth. Watch the deer. Feel the warm breeze. Hear the trickle of water. Touch a leaf. Hug a tree. Talk to a tree. It is not madness. It is sanity. It brings you back to where you came from, the earth, nature.
This helps to heal Jane. It helps to keep her stable and on the straight and narrow. She'll never get rid of that biting desire to drink when the clock ticks around for the beginning of the next binge. It is the rush, she says. The pull of the rush from neat vodka or whatever is available.
It is remarkable that she stores the booze up for the next time. She tricks herself into believing that she is not going to drink it. That it is for someone else. The mind games of a binge alcoholic.
I love her.
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I'd like to hear the experiences of both alcoholics and the victims of alcoholics, please.