Day One of Freedom

 Day One of Freedom

Yesterday was the last straw, as it were, of my drinking beer. It knocked me on my ass and almost landed me in hot water with dear old Dad. I don't need this bullshit chemical addiction in my life. There is no reason for me to be losing days I could have been working.

If this is your first time here, welcome. I will be using this online blog as a repository and publication for my thoughts and activities. I broke the ice on this by writing out three pages of sorry-looking hand printing, as if I was in first grade, and got the idea that if I am going to change anything, it has to start here and now. There is no point in letting time slip away.

All the drinking I have done in the last couple years has left me with elevated liver enzymes, and right now I am having a nice cup of milk thistle tea to try and trigger some healing. Sure, it's not totally scientific, but milk thistle extract is perhaps the only treatment for Amanita phalloides toxicity. If it can defeat Destroying Angels, it can certainly help against that punk Bud Weiser.

Hopefully, documenting my journey to sober living and self-sufficiency, I can help some of my fellow human beings find their own way out of the shackles of addiction. Hopefully, my experiences with mental illness can help others with these horrid disorders. I'm not looking for sympathy here. That's something you give to family and friends, and as far as I'm concerned, the majority of people on the net are not what I would consider anything more than acquaintances.

So this morning I wrote a little about my struggles with beer. Yesterday I drank way too much. It was a cascade of beer, and frankly, I got nothing but pain and sorrow for the expense. Today I am on some caffeine, from coffee and tea, but am leaving ethanol out of my diet forever. And no, I will not be relapsing. I have identified the triggers, and won't be allowing them to get to me ever again.

That's about it for now. It is Friday morning, 6/27/2025, 9:35 AM.