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The last time I had a drink was April 2024, nearing a year ago. Okay, a lot of drinks. Far, far too many that night. Usually--meaning, if I am very honest with myself, about 75 percent of the time--I'd stop at two. The other 20 percent of the time I'd go to three. Ish. But a handful--a rather big handful-- of times in my life I went overboard, as if responding to some internal pressure building, building, building. Heeding a goblin-like little voice that would insinuate itself into my head: "come on--you know it's been a while. Call up _____ and go OUT." Go where people were drinking. Heavily. I'd get the odd, but unmistakable, urge to let loose. Blow off steam. And when I'd get these urges I'd want to indulge them without my husband around. And then I'd come home and get massively, ridiculously ill, and have a debilitating hangover the next day. It was BAD. Really, really bad, some of these nights, not only for my health but, I have to admit, my safety. Then I'd drink nothing for a few weeks or a month, then go back to having a glass of wine or two a few times a week....

I can't remember when I first heard the phrase "relationship with alcohol" but it immediately struck an uneasy chord, maybe because by the time my children were, say, 10 and 6 I had begun to think about my drinking the way someone thinks about some secret messed up relationship with some horrible boyfriend who you know is terrible for you but you want them anyway. I drank more after I had children than before, which is pretty much the case with every single mother friend I have. I wanted a glass of wine or more about half the nights during the week, and by "a glass" I do not mean some demure 5 ounce little standard pour (those only exist in restaurants). And on nights I didn't drink I often thought about it. Just LOOK at me not drinking tonight. Oh, I haven't had a drink in three whole days now, let's have two tonight. I deserve it. Damn, I can't wait for that party on Friday because this is a SHIT time of it I'm having here, now, with myself. No, my thoughts in the moment wouldn't be that well articulated but the underlying sentiment was true: a difficulty sitting with myself (as a woman/parent/human being), staying in the present. I'd want to get away from and out of myself, my head, my perception of my own inadequacies. And that meant having a drink. Or three or four.

I suppose I quit because I got tired and unnerved by the thinking about it, the wanting it, the rationalizing I'd do about when I could have it and when I couldn't or shouldn't. (The last blowout night was just the last straw.) It took up too much space in my brain. I also quit because I've NEVER had a good tolerance for it--one half a glass of white wine would give me a buzz, and I wouldn't stop at that. I quit because I started to feel like my drinking was a slippery slope, and the ground underneath my feet was getting a little steeper, a little slicker.

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Ann Davis's avatar

Hi Dr. Lucy,

There is a medication called Naltrexone that curbs alcohol cravings much like the weight loss meds. It starts at 50MG, and I learned of it through my son's friend who really struggled, and he was at 150 MG.

I was having a major surgery with no alcohol the week before and after and was nervous, so I asked my GP for the lowest dose which he thanked me for (hadn't heard of this) and happily prescribed. I took it for that time period and thought maybe it was a placebo, but was successful. Now my husband is having a knee replacement and I will be home alone with him, caretaking for months so I thought I'd try it again with the left over script. BINGO. One pill.

Please share in your newsletter. I'm shocked there is little awareness, or marketing of this very useful aid - instead of old fashioned will power.

I'm curious what you'll find out.

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