“I drank like soooooo much last night”
“Mate, so did I, I threw up like 3 times, it was a sick night (literally)”
Heard all that before? Me too.
Is it okay to get drunk? Yes.
Is it okay to gloat about how much to drink? Well, it doesn’t feel okay if it ends up ruining your body. I might come across a little boring or old in this post, but when you go through experiences with alcohol that leave you in life changing situations then it does tend to change your mindset.
I went to University at 18, as a lot of people do, and I did a lot of drinking. Over the months my tolerance grew and I began to drank more and more, and considering I’m quite a little individual it was pretty unhealthy. It was fun for a year, I made new friends and I did hilarious drunk things. To be honest, I was pretty normal when it came to all that.
Just before I turned 20 I started getting mega ill. I started having a few sips of alcohol and being sick, and my hangovers would be more like a stomach bug than just a hangover. At the time, I was in my second year of University and also had tons of work, but with all the illness that I kept getting meant I got totally behind. I had my first ever panic attack, on my own, in a place I hated living. I went home for Christmas break and had continuous panic attacks for two weeks, as well as hospital and doctors visits so they could find out what was making me so ill. Yep, I had completely damaged my liver to the point that I was yellow-eyed, dehydrated and I’d developed Gilberts Syndrome. The syndrome itself isn’t that scary at all, but basically it meant that as soon as I had a drink I’d be ill for days, my immune system was a bit f*cked and I was totally fatigued.
I was totally freaked out to the point where I’d be panicking daily. I was freaked by the panic attacks themselves, and the fact my liver had gone into absolute meltdown and I couldn’t really fix it. Not to forget I was trying to complete a degree in maths…
I didn’t go back to University and I didn’t finish my degree. I drank so much alcohol that my liver had got damaged and I developed severe anxiety around being ill (after being so ill before) and that meant I pretty much screwed up everything. To this day I’m still in recovery from the anxiety and it’s nearly two years on. I don’t necessarily regret what I did, because things have changed in my life, but how pathetic is it to say that ‘I didn’t finish a degree because I drank myself to the point of being really sick’?
I hear so many people talk about ‘how they can drink like 1459 pints a night’ and I don’t know why but IT ANGERS ME. I used to think going out was so cool and drinking a ton of alcohol was the cool thing to do and now I’m back living with my parents with my life rewound 2 years, and that’s really not that cool.
At the moment I barely drink at all (obviously) but my liver is almost healed to a healthy state – luckily it can do that – but I’m always confronted with arsey comments about why I don’t drink and how lame I am for not drinking. That’s the point I want to make in this post. So many people judge a person by how much they drink and I don’t understand why? Why does it matter that I don’t get shitfaced every Saturday night? Why does it matter whether I can drink one cocktail but you can drink 5? I honestly couldn’t care less and the next time you’re battering someone for not drinking, remember they may have a back story.
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