This is interesting. I drink normally. I usually have literally a couple of drinks on the weekend nights, sometimes I have a drink (I seriously mean one) during the week by myself, perhaps after reporting my research in a meeting and not getting shat on.
I had three glasses of wine last night, my girlfriend has like four or five. We finished a bottle. I went to the bar with my old friend, guys night out the other weekend, and I had two big Guinness stouts, it made me a bit buzzed. He drove and had just one.
Before meds, if I had one drink, it was like an avalanche and I would drink everything in sight unless I had to drive. If I had to drive, I had four drinks and obeyed traffic laws. I had such a tolerance that when I was at my height, I was drinking a shot in my coffee every morning just to feel normal. I remember I was clearing out my grandmother’s condo when she moved into a retirement home, and I came across a stash of old shitty booze. This was at my height. At my height, I had a 3.5 and cut class whenever I could, was a lean and mean 165 lbs and was very symptomatic. I instantly opened a bottle of old whiskey and took three big pulls then corked it and kept moving furniture. My dad saw the huge box of old booze and told me that I could have three bottle from it and the rest had to go because it was old as ■■■■.
I took the bottle of whiskey to one of my drinking bros houses, his parents were always gone (still are, we still hangout on winter and summer breaks) and I drank the whole bottle while we were chilling in his pool. My friends were cool, I come from a “work hard, play hard” socioeconomic background, I am well-educated and looking at PhD and Psy D programs these days. Anyways, my friends are mostly from this international school I went to for high school, and we all partied. We still do, but I volunteer as a designated driver and just have one beer and bring my gallon of water with glutamine in it.
On my 20th birthday, in June, I drank twelve Irish car bombs and the rest of the handle of Bailey’s. I then projectile vomited like a water pokemon and was pretty damn intoxicated.
I had to get off of the booze and onto Geodon that summer. My dad noticed my withdrawal was pretty bad, not delerium tremens bad, but feeling sick sort of bad, and he magically produced a shot of vodka for me just to ease the pain. I got clean and on meds and then later my parents let me keep beer around and kept an eye on how much I drank, but said no liquor. I avoid liquor today, I only drink sake and white wine or dark beers.
I then drank a little bit, two drinks a night for a while until I got on xanax. I then quit drinking, then “relapsed” one night at a house party, had like 15 drinks and a hangover like no other the next day. I said no more.
I then had a terrible finals schedule; 4 finals within 24 hours. I made all A’s that semester, one A- but ■■■■ it was still an A. I took three xanax and chugged two ciders because I couldnt sleep at 230am I then thought I might die, so I made myself vomit. I went to sleep and woke up feeling like I had been injected with Thorazine. I made three “schizo strength” coffees and lined them up on the counter and knocked one over out of sedated retardation. My mom didnt even get mad, she just said something nice and cleaned it up for me. I drank the two schizo coffees and then made A’s on the remaining two finals.
I then went to AA. I thought I was an alcoholic. I thought I was relapsing. I discovered that I was not. I actually made a point to drink socially and very little, just one or two beers, and voila, I was cured.
Now I drink practically only socially and moderately. I am about to go have a drink with my girlfriend and her best friend if my friend answers his phone, he said he would be free at 10 but that hes been sleep deprived. I might just go to bed.
I like Hana white peach sake. I also like cheap white wine. Guinness is for when I deserve a treat and preferably am not driving.
I have some beer in the fridge. I dont really feel like going out tonight, I might just watch a movie with the lady friend tomorrow night and catch up on sleep tonight. I have to help a PhD student out overtime tomorrow, tomorrow is Sunday, I have to be at the lab and on my best behavior at 2pm.
I like not giving ■■■■■ and just enjoying alcohol and tobacco with my friends when I am not working. I swear, it’s either I am being productive or on a smoke break writing on these forums or I am asleep or its a weekend night and I am with my girlfriend or one of my friends.
Every summer, my old friends from high school hangout and have pool parties. Every summer they see a bigger and better version of me. Same goes for winter break, but its cold so we go to the local bar. I sometimes think that I have defeated schizophrenia when I am enjoying well deserved nights out with all of my old friends and classmates. They are all rather impressed that I have come so far, they knew me before I became ill, they saw me fall and come back to reality, they saw the whole thing.
Alcohol is just fine for some, it’s not for everyone, just like how weed makes me absolutely psychotic and I simply never even go near it, I know that the same goes for people who react abnormally to alcohol.
I like it, it makes me feel relaxed and makes my muscles relax. I am a tense and focused person who stays mentally occupied from the moment I am awake to the moment I drift to sleep. It does me some good to make me normal in that I am abnormally tense most of the time.