Dream Warriors New Novel of Addiction and the Journey to Recovery

<p class="p1">Now try to cast your mind back over thirty years.A hopeless drunk is staggering our of a nightclub set in an area of dockland known colloquially as over the border in a North East English port town. The street lights  shimmering off the cold tarmac rushed towards me as I crumpled into unconsciousness My semi-comotse head bouncing off the granite curb stones feeling like a gentle caress. Blackout, oblivion was where my advanced alcoholism always took me. The promise of a wondrous adventure filled illusions had long since disappeared.The idea that I could handle alcohol or drugs had seemed irrelevant the inevitability of my condition overcame me I dimly felt hands riffling threw my pockets. Hopelessly drunk I was incapable of doing anything even my bodily functions now took care of themselves. Death, whatever that was, would have been welcomed as yet another phase of insane bingeing ran its course. By know I was starting to understand that once I drank I had no control over the outcome.All the excuses had been used up and I was in utter bewilderment as to why my longtime friend alcohol had turned on me.Where had my carouseing friends disappeared to and the conviviality of there happy company.</p><p class="p2"> </p><p class="p1">The answer crashed into my befuddled brain I had used up all there excuses as well as mine and had become the unfunny court jester who continuously embarrassed them with drunken brawling heaping abuse onto those closest to me as the full reality of my condition became apparent to them all.The witty raconteur had become the stinking drunk,bloated vomiting and unfunny.In reality I sorted out dark places where people like me sort the company of like minded others.The illegal blues clubs and she-beans the drinking dens for prostitutes and criminals.I could not resist the call to visit once I had, had that first drink.It did not matter what it was for I had long since recognised that if it was a weak shandy or a double whisky the results would be exactly the same.It came as no surprise to be lying in the gutter blacked out.</p><p class="p2"> </p><p class="p1">What did come as a surprise was to be sitting in the back of a taxicab.What had happened had I met with a good Samaritan for they where a rarity in this area of dockland.I was over the years after this to try many times to attempt to rationalise this answer out. Had some golden lady of the night rescued me doubtful but possible or a kindly taxi driver even more improbable.Yet here I was being dropped off outside my front door in a small suburban village.My eyes fearfully scanned the street for what had become the inevitable results of my binges a police car.I thanked the taxi driver and searched for my keys.No police car but now the guilt and remorse the terrible psychical withdrawal from alcohol gripped my being. I must have another drink as my skin started crawling and the stomach wrenching vomit reflex took hold.</p><p class="p2"> </p><p class="p1">It was at this time I recognised that all the lights were on yet there was no one in the house.I stopped I glanced at the red flock wallpaper with the glistening remains of the whisky glass catching the evidential reflection of the lights.Yes this was the right house.There was the drinks cupboard it was open nothing remained. Panic,fear my head whirled a neon red sign shown in my head NO DRINK.No drink nothing.I heard a car drive up my car, my wife.I needed to get what was left of the brain into gear.I wracked my brain for a solution something that would work something that would give one more drink anything.She was on the path give me an idea any idea nothing. The withdrawals were kicking in the shaking was starting with the first tremors my fingers twitched as the withdrawals started.Its just a hangover.You used the magic word that would start the withdrawal HANGOVER. I didn’t do hangovers anymore I just got sick very sick very quickly.How the hell was I to get a drink I must have a drink.I needed a solution fast any solution.</p><p class="p3"> </p>

Dream Warriors New Novel of Addiction and the Journey to Recovery

Now try to cast your mind back over thirty years.A hopeless drunk is staggering our of a nightclub set in an area of dockland known colloqui...

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