Moshy had a lifetime of drinking. Two books, including This Naked Mind, showed him the way out and into a life of freedom.
I am 48 years old. It’s been a lifetime of drinking for me. Starting at 15 but realistically earlier than that. My parents would quite happily share sips of their drinks with me and my siblings which would include wine, beer, liqueurs or anything else they happened to be drinking at the time. When I was 15 I thought I would show my friends how awesome I was by drinking scotch whiskey (Johnny Walker-Red Label). I got through nearly two 750 ml bottles before vomiting for several hours straight and thankfully never touched scotch again (even the smell of it makes me gag). I wish I could say that was the same for all alcohol!
A Lifetime of Drinking
I left home and joined the Army when I was 17, a place that encourages underage excessive drinking (otherwise you will not be taken seriously or considered a man). I had countless boozy nights in the Military that generally wound up in fights with local University students or sleeping with local University students.
On one occasion we were on an exercise in Malaysia. I was horribly drunk on rice wine and decided to take my newly acquired motorbike for a spin (with no helmet). I do not recall the accident to this day. Nonetheless, I woke up in a hospital with stitches all over my face and head. A broken wrist and some finger bones protruding through the skin. Both eyes were also black and the eyeballs completely bloodshot where I had burst all the blood vessels in my eyes. I suffered muscle spasms and tenderness in my face for many years afterwards. My neck is slightly bent at the wrong angle and still gives me pain from time to time.
We saw it as a badge of honour to belong to a local nightclub’s ‘bourbon club’ where with a special membership card you could buy trays of 20 double bourbons for $16 which was great for us poor Army boys.
Mixing Business and Pleasure
After the Army I joined the National Fire Service as a professional Fire Fighter. When I turned up to the day of the entrance testing consisting of a series of written assessments and a final demanding physical assessment I was badly hungover from the night before. Luckily I was pretty fit in those days. I did relatively well considering but afterwards went behind my car and vomited everywhere.
I worked in Iraq as a Private Military Contractor for four years between 2003-2007, and held positions of responsibility (of which I won’t disclose on this occasion). Heavy binge drinking was a regular occurrence. There were at least several times where I actually participated in a live mission whilst under the influence. Putting myself and everyone else at risk (I have managed to let go of that shame and regret). Just another way my lifetime of drinking infiltrated everything.
Coming home from Iraq my drinking got worse. I battled the depression and anxiety that comes with leaving a job like that. Feelings of worthlessness and hopelessness. Feelings of guilt (I survived, my friends didn’t). Getting pissed off because my wife and family couldn’t understand what I had been through. I would be the only one completely shit-faced at a family barbecue because it was the only way I felt I could cope.
Change of Scenery
I left my home (New Zealand) and headed for my wife’s home (Colombia) for the next three years. My drinking eased off somewhat but was still an ever present part of my life. Every time we would go out typically I would be the only one drinking. After those 3 years for the sake of my marriage I sent out on my own to Australia to work in the resources industry (mining, oil & gas). I’ve now been here approximately 8 years.
You get two types of people in mining. The young guys who have left school early with little or no qualifications, got themselves some easy job mining and are now making over $100K per year. They have no idea what to do with it apart from piss it up against a wall. Then you get the bitter old guys who have been mining for 40 plus years. Habitually drunk and on their 3rd marriage. Drinking is absolutely part of the culture here. You would be considered outside in the extreme if you did not have a drink with the lads after work. It was a great way for my lifetime of drinking to continue.
More Time For Drinking
Over the past year I actually picked up my first 9-5 job fairly close to my home. Thus giving me more time to indulge in my favourite pastime – drinking. There have been at least 3 occasions where I turned up to work still drunk from the night before. Standing in front of trainees and running a high-risk work course. At least half a dozen occasions I’ve turned up with a severe hangover. I have wasted pretty much every single weekend of the last year in an alcoholic haze.
I also play in a rock band with another musician who is also a problem drinker. Our practices would frequently degenerate into nothing more than a mindless drinking session around a vague theme of music. Music is my one true passion and I was destroying it with alcohol.
A few months back I shared a few drinks with some female friends of mine (who like wine a little too much!). All three of us got incredibly drunk and I don’t remember much of the night. Needless to say when I woke up in the morning I had a large cut on the bridge of my nose, a black eye and a variety of other injuries surrounded by fast food wrappers. So although walking home and falling over several times I had obviously picked up my car at some stage and gone through the local drive through.
One of my friends walked me home with her dog. On returning to her place, her dog was startled by another dog and took off. Being drunk she couldn’t control the animal and ended up face planting into the curb. Therefore getting some serious cuts and bruises to her face. This incident was a real pivotal moment for me. It finally made me realize I was out of control. Although that in itself did not stop the drinking.
My drunken bandmate had just finished reading the Craig Beck book Alcohol Lied To Me. Although he read it 4 or 5 times he has stopped drinking and is doing great. Inspired by his liberation I also read Craig’s book followed by your book (which I also got him to read). I am not sure how to describe it but it is definitely a light bulb moment. I have also stopped drinking and have no intention of starting again-ever!
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What Is Ahead
Although it is early days for me I am excited about what the future holds without booze. I truly don’t believe I will have any trouble at social functions with my friends. Although they are drinkers, I only surround myself with people I consider ‘close’ friends who are loving, loyal and supportive. I have a new job back in mining. For the first time, I really feel I am on the outside looking in on all these people. These young, healthy, vibrant people who are throwing their lives away on this poison every night.
If I do have any regrets it would be that I have had an amazing, exciting life with incredible experiences in different parts of the world of which I remember very little.
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