Drinking women life stories. How to cure alcoholism at home, the real story of a drunkard

The history of alcoholism in Russia dates back to the emergence of the USSR. It was then that the Bolsheviks, realizing that not everyone liked the new government, decided to solder the population. According to one well-known historian, "cities were built on vodka."

The historical path of Russia from the 1920s to our time is continuous drunkenness. Living without getting sober is the norm for many villages and provincial cities of the former USSR. However, now the history of the disease-alcoholism can be traced in almost every second Russian family, and not in the first generation.

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On our website you will find real stories alcoholics. These are stories from the life of people for whom hard drinking and alcohol syndrome are a harsh everyday reality. The stories of those whose husband began to drink, or even drink at all, and then tried, but could not quit.

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Our site contains stories of ordinary alcoholics who are no better and no worse than you, who also suffer from alcoholism. Many of them, having reached the vodka with trembling hands and somehow unscrewing the cap, pour and greedily swallow the first glass. From the sensations that alcohol gives them, they are ready to sing.

We hope that our site will support you in a difficult moment, help someone throw out their emotional experiences, improve their lives at least a little, and maybe even get rid of the hated alcohol addiction once and for all and start a new, happy, not overshadowed dope alcohol life.

About alcohol traditions

My mother is the daughter of an alcoholic, her father died at the age of 40 from a heart attack. About my grandfather, I only know that he drank and bred aquarium fish. Mom never told me anything - neither about her childhood, nor about her first husband. I think she has a lot of unspoken pain in her soul. I don’t ask: in our family it’s not customary to climb into each other’s souls. We suffer in silence, like partisans, with an expression of love, by the way, about the same story.

I have never seen my mother drunk, which I cannot say about my father. Mom drank like everyone else - on holidays. Grandmothers also drank, preferring strong drinks. I remember these family holidays: kind, cheerful adults, gifts, delicious food, good mood and bottles. Of course, no one could have imagined that I would grow up and become an alcoholic. I saw that all adults drink, and I knew that when I grow up, I will too, because drinking on a holiday is as natural as eating a goose or a cake.

Early, at the age of six, I tried beer (my parents gave me a sip), and at the age of thirteen or fourteen at the festive table they poured me a little champagne. In high school, I learned what vodka is.

I almost don’t remember my wedding: when my parents left, I started drinking vodka with friends - and that’s it, then failure

My boyfriend introduced me to vodka - we started dating in the 10th grade. I didn't really like him, but everyone thought he was cool. A couple of months later, we were already drinking a bottle of vodka together every day. After school, they bought a bottle, drank it from a guy at home and had sex. Then I went to my house and sat down to do my homework. My parents never suspected me of anything. I quickly developed a tolerance for alcohol - it was bad only the first couple of times. This is a wake-up call: if you feel normal after a large number alcohol means your body has adjusted.

How an alcoholic talks

After school, I entered the Faculty of Journalism. In the second year, she got married and transferred to a correspondence course: she was too lazy to go to college. She got married just to get away from her parents. No, I remember being deeply in love, but I also remember my own thoughts before the wedding. I smoke in the yard and think: maybe, well, why am I doing this? But there is nowhere to go - the banquet is appointed. Okay, I think I’ll go, and if anything, I’ll get a divorce! I almost don’t remember that wedding: when my parents left, I started drinking vodka with friends - and that’s it, then a failure. Memory lapses, by the way, are also a bad bell.

The future husband at that time lived in the editorial office of the newspaper in which he worked. My parents rented an apartment for us and we started living together.

I have always considered myself ugly and unworthy of love and respect. Perhaps for this reason, all my men were either drinkers or drug addicts, or both. Once my husband brought heroin, and we got hooked. Gradually sold everything that could be sold. There was often no food at home, but there was almost always heroin, cheap vodka or port.

One day my mother and I went to buy clothes for me. July, heat, I'm in a T-shirt. Mom noticed injection marks on her arm and asks: “Are you injecting?” “Mosquitoes bit me,” I answer. And mom believes.

Typical alcoholic logic: he never takes responsibility for what happens to him

I remember in detail one day from that period. We were visited by a couple of my classmates. At the height of the booze, we go to a cafe, where we run out of money, and a classmate leaves a gold ring as a pledge. We go outside to catch a taxi. A police car pulls up in front of us. We are drunk, in my husband's hands open bottle champagne. They want to take the guys to the department, and I, being so brave, declare that I have acquaintances in the traffic police. I go around the car to write down the number, winter, slippery - I fall, look at my leg and understand that it is somehow strangely twisted. In a second - hellish pain. The cops immediately turned around and left, and I ended up in the hospital. For nine months with two broken legs.

One fracture was difficult. I had two operations, they put the Ilizarov apparatus. At the same time, I continued to drink, even while lying in the hospital - my husband brought port wine. Somehow she got drunk, being in a cast, fell and pierced her lower lip with a tooth. But in my head there was no causal relationship between what happened to me and alcohol. I thought that it happened by chance, that I was just unlucky, because anyone can fall, and indeed, “the cops are to blame for everything.” The typical logic of an alcoholic is that he never takes responsibility for what happens to him.

About memory lapses

My first husband and I divorced a couple of years after we got married. I fell in love with his friend. Then another and another...

When I was twenty-two, my father's friend invited me to write scripts for a youth series. It was in all respects a pleasant job: I wrote at most a week a month, and the rest of the time I walked and drank. In the same year, my grandmother died, leaving me her apartment, in which I made a real hangout.

In a relatively sober state, fear and anxiety are the main feelings of those years. It's scary when you don't remember what happened to you yesterday. Just once - and consciousness wakes up. You can find your body anywhere - in a friend's apartment, in a hotel room, on bare ground outside the city, or on a park bench. At the same time, you have only a vague idea of ​​how you got here, and you have no idea at all what you have done and what the consequences will be. You're just scared and dark. Why is it dark? Is it still morning or is it already evening? What day is today? Have your parents seen you? You start checking the phone, but there is no phone - apparently, you lost it again. Trying to put the puzzle together. Does not work.

About trying to stop drinking

I took it with hostility when someone hinted at me about my problems with alcohol. At the same time, I considered myself so terrible that when they laughed on the street, I looked around, sure that they were laughing at me, and if they said a compliment, I snapped - they probably scoff or want to borrow money.

There was a time when I thought about committing suicide, but after making a couple of demonstrative attempts, I realized that I didn’t have enough gunpowder for a real suicide. I considered the world a disgusting place, and myself the most unfortunate person on earth, it is not clear why I ended up here. Alcohol helped me survive, with it I at least occasionally felt some semblance of peace and joy, but it also brought more and more problems. All this resembled a foundation pit, into which stones flew at great speed. It must have overflowed at some point.

The last straw was the story of the stolen money. Summer 2005, I'm working on a reality show. There is a lot of work, the launch is coming soon, we plow for twelve hours a day without days off. And here's luck - for once we were released early, at 20.00. My girlfriend and I grab cognac and fly to relieve tension in the long-suffering grandmother's apartment. After (I don't remember) a friend put me in a taxi and told me my parents' address. I had something about $1,200 with me - the money was not mine, “workers”, it was the taxi driver who stole it from me. And, judging by the state of my clothes, he just threw me out of the car. Thank you for not raping or killing.

I remember how, having once again distinguished myself, I told my mother: maybe I should code? She replied: “What are you thinking? You just need to pull yourself together. You're not an alcoholic!" Mom didn't want to face reality simply because she didn't know what to do with it.

Out of desperation, I still went to encode. I wanted to take a break from the troubles that kept falling on me every now and then. I wasn't going to stop drinking forever, but rather I was taking a sober vacation.

I didn't get sober, I just didn't drink alcohol.

In honor of the encoding, my parents gave me a trip to St. Petersburg. The three of us went and stayed with my relatives. Parents with them, of course, drank - how could it be without it on vacation. I couldn't bear to see them drunk. I somehow could not stand it and said in a rage: “Well, why can’t you not drink at all?” Petersburg saved me. I ran away in its rain, got lost among the canals, and then I definitely decided that I would return here to live.

On encoding (it was standard hypnosis encoding), I lasted a year and a half, and my affairs seemed to go smoothly: I met my future husband, there were much fewer problems at work, I began to look decent and earn money, stopped losing phones and money, I got my license, my parents bought me a car. But almost every day I drank non-alcoholic beer, and my husband drank alcoholic beer with me. I didn't get sober, I just didn't drink alcohol.

Non-alcoholic beer is a ticking time bomb. Someday it will be replaced by alcohol, and then the dynamite will work. One evening, when my zero was out of stock, I decided to try the regular one. It was scary (in case of admission, the encoder promised a stroke and a heart attack), but I'm brave.

Coding is not a bad thing on one condition: if you, after putting yourself on pause, start changing your life, actively developing towards sobriety, solving the problems that led you to alcoholism. It is important to move in the other direction.

Having decoded, I, as they say, reached for alcohol. It was a huge - even by my standards - binge. Alcohol returned to my life, as if it never left it. Six months later, I found out I was pregnant.

About Pain Peak

I didn’t think about the child (to be honest, I’m still not sure that motherhood is mine), but my mother constantly said: “I was born when your grandmother was 27, I also at 27, it’s time for you to give birth to a girl” .

I thought that perhaps my mother was right: I am married, and besides, all people give birth. At the same time, I did not ask myself: “Why do you need a child? Do you want to look after him, be responsible for him? Then I did not ask myself questions, I did not know how to talk to myself, to hear myself.

I searched the Internet for stories of women who also drank and gave birth to healthy children.

When I found out about the pregnancy, I was not at all happy, but I promised myself that I would stop drinking and smoking. Gradually. I managed to slow down by giving up my favorites strong drinks But I couldn't stop drinking completely. Every day I promised myself that I would quit tomorrow, and I searched the Internet for stories of women who also drank and gave birth to healthy children.

At the seventh month of pregnancy, a placental abruption occurred, I had an emergency cesarean, the child died, and I went into a binge, devoured by guilt for drinking and refusing to lie down for preservation. Blaming yourself was commonplace. He did it, he confessed - and you can live on without changing anything.

At that time, I already had a very severe hangover, I was seriously afraid of delirium tremens. Now it is already difficult to describe this state… You cannot do anything. The head is cracking. Grabs the heart. It’s hot, it’s cold, you can’t lie still, your body twitches, you can’t eat and drink, you throw yourself on vitamins - nothing helps. You can’t fall asleep without light and TV, and even with them it doesn’t work very well - sleep is intermittent and sticky. And a huge anxiety, one that is bigger than you: something is about to happen.

I remember sitting in a car with a friend, and I said: my husband forbids me to drink, I probably have to quit, otherwise he will leave. Girlfriend nods sympathetically - hard, they say, you understand. It was August 2008: my first attempt to tie myself.

About living with sobriety

Alcohol is a very hard form of recreation. Now I'm amazed at how my body could handle it all. I was treated, tried to quit and broke down again, almost lost faith in myself.

I finally stopped drinking on March 22, 2010. Not that I decided that it was on the 22nd, on the bright day of the vernal equinox, that I stopped drinking, cheers. It was just one of the many attempts that led to the fact that for almost seven years I did not drink. Not a drop. My husband does not drink, my parents do not drink - without this support, I think nothing would have happened.

At first, I thought something like this: when he saw that I stopped drinking, God would come down to me on the ground and say: “Yulyasha, what a clever girl you are, well, finally waited, now everything will be fine! I will reward you now as it should be - you will be the happiest with me.

To my surprise, it wasn't like that. Gifts did not fall from the sky. I was sober - and that's it. Here it is, my whole life - the light is like in an operating room, you can't hide. For the most part, I felt lonely and terribly unhappy. But against the backdrop of this global misfortune, for the first time, I tried to do other things, for example, talk about my feelings or train willpower. This is the most important thing - if you can’t go the other way, you should at least lie down in that direction, make at least some body movement.

The first year of sobriety is hard. You are so ashamed of your past that you want one thing: to dissolve, to go underground. I took my husband's last name, changed my phone number and address Email, retired from social networks and distanced herself from friends as much as possible. All I had was me, who drank away fourteen years of my life. who didn't know herself. For the first time I was alone with myself, I learned to talk to myself. It was unusual - to live completely without anesthesia, to be inseparably present in your life, without hiding or running away. I don't think I've ever cried so much in my life.

A couple of years before I stopped drinking completely, I became a vegetarian. I think the recovery process started exactly when I first thought about what (or rather, whom) I eat, about the fact that in the world, besides me, there are other creatures who live and suffer, that someone else could be worse than me. Asceticism appeared in my life, which developed me and made me stronger.

Sometimes I remember myself and I don't believe that it was me and not the character from the movie "Trainspotting". Thank God, I was able to forgive myself and finally begin to treat myself well - with love and care. It was not easy and took a lot of time, but I managed (with the help of a psychotherapist). The next step is to develop, albeit slowly and slowly, but go forward every day.

In the summer of 2010, my husband and I quit smoking. I started meditating. Every free minute I read affirmations and convinced myself that I could handle everything.

Three years ago I started. At first, it was something like a diary for me, a platform for reflection: I wrote because I felt an inner need. At first, no one read the blog, but, one way or another, it was a statement about myself - I am, yes, I drank, but I was able to quit, I live.

Beautiful wealthy women come to me, they have husbands and children, and everything seems to be fine. Only every day they secretly drink a bottle of red wine

Then I realized that sitting and reflecting is the same as doing nothing. Because there are thousands like me. They are just as helpless, they do not understand how to stop the war within themselves. Therefore, now I am consulting for people with similar problems. Everyone has different degrees of addiction: beautiful wealthy women come to me, they have husbands and children, and everything seems to be fine. Only every day they secretly drink a bottle of red wine. It is not customary to talk about this, but almost every second person in our country drinks with one frequency or another. That is, drink regularly. And few people admit it to themselves.

I did not want to be ashamed of myself and my past - it bothered me, I felt not free. So I plucked up the courage to talk about alcohol addiction so that alcoholism would no longer be treated as something shameful or top-secret.

I'm being honest: I'm not a psychologist or a narcologist. I am a former alcoholic. And I, unfortunately or fortunately, know too much about how to stop drinking and how not to do it. I try to help those who have realized for themselves that they want to live soberly and are ready to do something for this. In this case than more information, all the better. Therefore, I am here and share my experience - how I drank and how I live now.

Thanks to the photographer Ivan Troyanovsky, stylist and cafe "Ukrop" for help in shooting.

I know firsthand about the problem of female alcoholism. My mother was an alcoholic. In her youth, she and her father after work or on the weekend, like most people, liked to drink a little beer. Then gradually the amount of alcohol increased, especially on holidays. After my mother gave birth to me, at that time she was 29 years old, she went to work (I was 4 months old) and ended up in a women's team, where they often drank alcohol. She did not notice how she became dependent on alcohol. She started drinking all the time, and then drinking heavily.

It is impossible to convey in words what it is like to live in a family of alcoholics (later, the father also began to drink heavily with his mother). While my grandfather was alive, his parents were a little afraid of him and hid, did not drink water in the open. But after his death, utter horror began. But today I don't want to talk about it. At 48, my mother died. As far as I can remember, she did not have all her teeth, she looked terrible, much older than her years, although she was quite young.

I had a friend as a child. After school, the connection broke off, but then when I returned home and gave birth to a child, we began to communicate again. In the end, we decided to take her godfather. After that, we were friends for about a year, then we stopped, as she connected her fate with a man who was against her communication with our family, that is, with me and my husband. Now she comes mostly only to wish the child a happy birthday. It was a small introduction, and now the story itself on the topic of female alcoholism.

Kuma began to drink. Not just to drink alcohol on holidays, but to drink almost everyone can go into a binge. Sometimes I meet her, since she lives nearby, she is always rushing from the fumes. She got really scary. Her face is red and swollen, all in some kind of pimples, which she does not even try to fight. The hair is long, but not well-groomed, dirty, greasy so much that it immediately catches the eye. The front teeth are all black. She is only 27 years old, but she looks 40 years old. My husband once saw her from afar, did not recognize her, says what kind of aunt she is.

She has a 4 year old child. The daughter is now mostly taken care of by her mother. The girl never leaves her grandmother's side. Both the godfather and her husband just do not work anywhere, they are provided by her mother, but at the same time they find funds for alcohol. I feel very sorry for her child. She's so young and already an alcoholic. Horror is simple. The man himself ruined his life.

But they constantly envy us that we either bought a car or did repairs. But we are striving for a better life. To be honest, I have some sort of, probably, fear of alcohol addiction. There is no way I will let my children go through what I once did. Although they say, do not promise. At least I will do my best to do so.

After school, I entered the Faculty of Journalism. In the second year, she got married and transferred to a correspondence course: she was too lazy to go to college.

She got married just to get away from her parents. No, I remember being deeply in love, but I also remember my own thoughts before the wedding.

I smoke in the yard and think: maybe, well, why am I doing this? But there is nowhere to go - the banquet is appointed. Okay, I think I’ll go, and if anything, I’ll get a divorce.

I almost don’t remember that wedding: when my parents left, I started drinking vodka with friends - and that’s it, then a failure. Memory lapses, by the way, are also a bad bell.

The future husband at that time lived in the editorial office of the newspaper in which he worked. My parents rented an apartment for us and we started living together.

I have always considered myself ugly and unworthy of love and respect. Perhaps for this reason, all my men were either drinkers or drug addicts, or both. Once my husband brought heroin, and we got hooked. Gradually sold everything that could be sold. There was often no food at home, but there was almost always heroin, cheap vodka or port.

One day my mother and I went to buy clothes for me. July, heat, I'm in a T-shirt. Mom noticed injection marks on her arm and asks: “Are you injecting?” “Mosquitoes bit me,” I answer. And mom believes.

About trying to stop drinking

I took it with hostility when someone hinted at me about my problems with alcohol. At the same time, I considered myself so terrible that when they laughed on the street, I looked around, sure that they were laughing at me, and if they said a compliment, I snapped - they probably scoff or want to borrow money.

There was a time when I thought about committing suicide, but after making a couple of demonstrative attempts, I realized that I didn’t have enough gunpowder for a real suicide. I considered the world a disgusting place, and myself the most unfortunate person on earth, it is not clear why I ended up here.

Alcohol helped me survive, with it I at least occasionally felt some semblance of peace and joy, but it also brought more and more problems. All this resembled a foundation pit, into which stones flew at great speed.

It must have overflowed at some point.

The last straw was the story of the stolen money. Summer 2005, I'm working on a reality show.

There is a lot of work, the launch is coming soon, we plow for twelve hours a day without days off. And here's luck - for once we were released early, at 20.

00. My girlfriend and I grab cognac and fly to relieve stress in the long-suffering grandmother's apartment.

After (I don't remember) a friend put me in a taxi and told me my parents' address. I had something about $1,200 with me - the money was not mine, “workers”, it was the taxi driver who stole it from me. And, judging by the state of my clothes, he just threw me out of the car.

Thank you for not raping or killing.

I remember how, having once again distinguished myself, I told my mother: maybe I should code? She replied: “What are you thinking? You just need to pull yourself together. You're not an alcoholic!" Mom didn't want to face reality simply because she didn't know what to do with it.

Out of desperation, I still went to encode. I wanted to take a break from the troubles that kept falling on me every now and then. I wasn't going to stop drinking forever, but rather I was taking a sober vacation.

About Pain Peak

I didn’t think about the child (to be honest, I’m still not sure that motherhood is mine), but my mother constantly said: “I was born when your grandmother was 27, I also at 27, it’s time for you to give birth to a girl” .

I thought that perhaps my mother was right: I am married, and besides, all people give birth. At the same time, I did not ask myself: “Why do you need a child? Do you want to look after him, be responsible for him? Then I did not ask myself questions, I did not know how to talk to myself, to hear myself.

About living with sobriety

Alcohol is a very hard form of recreation. Now I'm amazed at how my body could handle it all. I was treated, tried to quit and broke down again, almost lost faith in myself.

I finally stopped drinking on March 22, 2010. Not that I decided that it was on the 22nd, on the bright day of the vernal equinox, that I stopped drinking, cheers. It was just one of the many attempts that led to the fact that for almost seven years I did not drink. Not a drop. My husband does not drink, my parents do not drink - without this support, I think nothing would have happened.

At first, I thought something like this: when he saw that I stopped drinking, God would come down to me on the ground and say: “Yulyasha, what a clever girl you are, well, finally waited, now everything will be fine! I will reward you now as it should be - you will be the happiest with me.

To my surprise, it wasn't like that. Gifts did not fall from the sky.

I was sober - and that's it. Here it is, my whole life - the light is like in an operating room, you can't hide.

For the most part, I felt lonely and terribly unhappy. But against the backdrop of this global misfortune, for the first time, I tried to do other things, for example, talk about my feelings or train willpower.

This is the most important thing - if you can’t go the other way, you should at least lie down in that direction, make at least some body movement.

Today on the Internet you can find a lot of different information on how to cure alcoholism. Unfortunately, most of the proposed methods are not effective in the treatment of this disease, or are preventive measures. In the case of preventive methods, you need to understand that they do not cure.

This article was written by an alcoholic with 10 years of experience, who has been clean and, most importantly, happy for more than 4 years. For addicts, just being clean is not enough, it is important to find new goals in life. Often such people do not feel satisfaction from a sober life and seek solace in the next glass.

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History of the life of an alcoholic

History of my recovery

My story is not much different from being an ordinary alcoholic, so it's best to go straight to my search for an effective method of getting rid of alcohol addiction. I tried all the proposed methods, both traditional medicine and folk medicine. There were also trips to grandmothers-conspirators, to the church, went through the procedure of sewing (torpedo). After that, I kept a maximum of a month, and began to drink alcohol again.

After this experience, I realized that I could not cope with my addiction on my own. And then he turned to his family and friends for help, together we began to look for other ways to solve this problem. The first thing we found on the Internet was information about the detox center, and we called them. The doctor explained to us that only after a complete cleaning, you can proceed to the next steps of treatment.

How to cure alcoholism?

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A complete treatment should consist of several steps. The first must be complete cleaning body, and then you can proceed to the next steps of treatment.

Step 1 - detox (cleansing the body)

Drug treatment lasted 5 days. All this time I remember vaguely, because under the influence of drugs I was constantly sleeping. Already on the 4th day, the narcologist called me to his office, where my relatives were. He told us about the rehab program, which is another important step in recovering from alcohol.

After listening to everything, the first thing that came to mind was DIFFERENT! At that moment, I was so tired of this crazy life, and I also saw it on the faces of my family. So I decided to go all the way to the end and agreed, because most of all I did not want to go back to drinking alcohol.

Step 2- Rehab Center

Even during the detoxification period, the narcologist told me about the methodology used by psychologists in the rehabilitation center. , treatment according to it has been practiced in America for more than 50 years. According to the doctor, thanks to this program, millions of addicts around the world remain clean after passing through. Of course, at that time I hardly believed it.

Qualified psychologists and people who were also addicts worked with me in the rehabilitation center, but already long time remain clean. It was easy to open up to such people, because they understand you, and you understand them. Despite all my initial doubts, the center was doing real work on itself. Over the years of drinking, I was exhausted morally and spiritually, so work was underway to build new habits, life views and principles.

The most difficult in the rehabilitation center was the first month, I was distrustful of what they told me. For me, it was a turning point, after which I felt confident, and that I began to recover. A little more time passed and I began to smile, and was already able to enjoy life.

Craving for alcohol disappeared on the 2nd month after the start of rehabilitation. Of course, there were moments when I remembered days from a past life, which provoked a desire to use again, but the program took this into account. That is, we were taught to cope with it and work on ourselves. There were 20 other people in the center besides me.

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I am very grateful to this center. For the first time I felt that I was in the right place and I was going in the right direction. I had a hope that I would finally reach the end and be able to recover from alcohol addiction.

For your information:

The essence of the rehabilitation program is to learn to live soberly with addiction, this is work with oneself, because the reason for using is far from alcohol, but in ourselves ..

An important aspect of rehabilitation is admitting that you are addicted. Specialists help people transform their thinking, change habits, and restore the spiritual realm. This is necessary because when drinking alcohol, a person exhausts his reserves.

The rehabilitation program is designed for at least 6 months, otherwise the effectiveness of the technique is significantly reduced.

The statistic says:

1. subject to stay in a rehabilitation center for at least 6 months 87% of rehabilitators stay clean.
2. If the stay in the center is less than 6 months, then the percentage decreases - up to 35% remain clean.
3. When staying at the center for 1 month, only 10% of rehabilitators remain clean.

I was in a rehabilitation center for 7 months. When the moment of discharge came I was happy and grateful to everyone who worked with me. Then I went to my city, where I had to undergo a post-treatment program.

Step 3 - Post treatment program

After returning home, I was prescribed a post-treatment program that lasted 2 months. It consisted of going to a psychologist 2 times a week. The psychologist gathered a group of 5 people who are undergoing rehabilitation.

It is possible without post-treatment, but I was told that it is more effective, especially as you leave the center for a sober society, everything is different, fears appear. These groups have been very helpful. 2 months after the treatment program made me much more confident in myself and my fears were gone.

At the same time, I began attending a group of Alcoholics Anonymous daily. In these groups, people share their experiences of recovery. The positive thing is that such groups are absolutely free and are held on a voluntary basis. They give good motivation, because there I met people who have been sober for over 15 years. These people smile, live a full life happy life and next to them you understand that you are on the right path.

Step 4 - Alcoholics Anonymous Groups

For the first 3 months after rehab, I visited the Alcoholics Anonymous group every day. This meeting helps a lot not to break loose. On this moment I have not been drinking alcohol for 4 years and I can say that for the first time in 10 years I feel like a truly free person. Of course, there are various everyday problems that worsen my mood, but I remember that even my worst day today is better than any day from the period of my active addiction.

Attention!

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I would like every addict to try the path of recovery that I have gone through, as in my experience it has proved to be the most effective. Good luck!

What is not a cure?

Many in the fight against alcohol addiction are looking for a miracle pill that will cure once and for all. Unfortunately, no such cure has been found. Stop feeding yourself with the illusion that coding or traditional medicine will help cure a person with alcohol addiction.

Coding is a popular method today. But given the experience of our association ("Affordable Treatment"), we can say that those who were coded always return to use. For such people, each breakdown can end in failure, as each time the alcoholic is in despair and uses more and more.

For your information:

According to statistics, coding of any type helped to stay sober only 3% of all patients.

ethnoscience- this is just a preventive method, that is, herbs, infusions, etc. can only cleanse the body for a while and no more. These methods do not get rid of the problem that is in the head. It is very important to understand this in treatment.

Outcome

The comprehensive method of addiction treatment that was described in this article is a real experience. It works and has already been tested on thousands of patients. About 80% of addicts who go through the entire rehabilitation program remain clean. In our work, we have repeatedly observed a cardinal change in people's lives. They build families, find Good work etc.

We sincerely wish that you, too, managed to cope with such an insidious disease as alcohol addiction.

Attention!

The information in the article is for informational purposes only and is not an instruction for use. Consult with your physician.