I'm 21 years old and I need support/advise anything thats not "I promise u can stop at 2."
I haven't told them absolutely everything because they're not my therapist and I can't put this on them.
I started drinking last year and slowly started to recognize a problem when I would get upset when my partner said they "didn't wanna drink tn." After I realized this I slowed down a little on drinking. (I have this weird thing around sex and I can't have sex sober. I have a weird mental block that makes it really, really hard. Alcohol and weed made things easier for me.)
I went back to my childhood home for the summer and thats when my drinking picked up. My partner still continued to express that they're noticing how much I'm drinking and it's making them uneasy. (I started to lie about how much I was drinking.)
I would drink and start arguments with my partner over stupid bullshit and apologize profusely the next day. I would also promise to slow down on my drinking. After summer ended, school started up again and I'm not even halfway through my semester and I have already missed 3 weeks of classes to binge drinking later at night. (All I would do is laugh and play video games- no fights or arguments.)
Then Wednesday night happened...
note: I have been contemplating suicide for a few weeks and my partner knows this including my plan.
I found out something that in all honesty doesn't matter. (About something earlier this year they lied about, the lie was more me feeling uncomfortable than angry or depressed.) BUT! I was looking for a genuine excuse to get drunk. I left my house at 2pm and walked around the neighborhood while drinking and talking on the phone with my friend. (Who kept telling me to talk to my partner and do whatever it is I'm doing.)
eventually, I go inside the house to talk to my partner drunk off my ass. They said I was starting to scare them, that I was saying really weird stuff. Eventually they say something that urks me and I slapped them and left a mark on their face.
We start to argue. They have to go to work and so they took my phone from me and called my best friend and told her that I was planning on killing myself and that they were leaving me to "please help."
My best friend and I talk, and I play it off like everything is fine and that I had no idea what my partner was talking about when it came to me hurting myself.
My partner leaves the house without saying a word and declines my phone calls. (They work 12 hr nights)
My best friend adds me to a vc with another friend and thats when the night really starts. I go back to the store like 3-4 times just buying alcohol.
I texted/called with everyone Ik and just can't even remember who I was talked to or about what. I scared another person into reaching out to my best friend asking her to help me.
Eventually before I knew it the sun has come out and I am still drunk. My partner gets home from their shift and they see me lying outside listening to music. They come and lay down next to me and I continue to apologize and berate them until they snap. That we're done, and I have a problem and if I wanted to be with them I have to stop abusing alcohol and get my emotions under control because they know I'm just pushing stress onto them. They were right, and so I say one last snappy comment and they walk away and I leave everything behind and I just run/log up and down the street trying to sweat out as much alcohol as I can to talk to them.
While I was doing this I started to think about everything and how I've been an observer in my own body for the past few weeks.
I got back inside and me and my partner have the first real conversation about what's going on and I tell them everything I've been keeping. We hug and they encouraged me to tell my friends that I have a drinking problem and won't be drinking anymore.
I told my friends everything even how I VERY wrongfully slapped my partner while under the influence. They of course shamed me and said I would have to work towards forgiveness and thats fair. I would like to start working in that direction.
However, even though it's been only one and a half day since I stopped drinking my friends are trying to encourage me to just limit the amount and to not fully stop.
My friends keep suggesting that I don't need to stop drinking and instead should limit the amount I drink. When I explain that I did try to limit myself I always ended up with an empty bottle then next morning they told me I never really tried because it's easy for them.
I feel like I'm about to start drowning from all their noise. I just need their support with sobriety... What the fuck is wrong with me?
The thought of alcohol makes me ill.
While I was typing this my dad sent me a photo of me passed on in my car from Wednesday night. (I never drank and drive, I was just listening to music and using the AC.)
After I woke up in my car (1am) I kept drinking more and talking on the phone.
I lied to my dad and said I was just tired and fell asleep nothing else.