AbsoluteRascal

Whenever I look up a verb, I get four main forms. (E.g. Cogito, Cogitare, Cogitavi, Cogitatus). I'm clear on cogito as the first person present indicative and cogitare as the infinitive. (Apologies there if I’m using the wrong terminology. Spanish is my second language so I’m using the terms that are familiar). The meaning of the third and fourth are still unknown to me since I am just starting out. My question is: should I be memorizing all four forms for regular verbs? Or, as in Spanish, will I be able to arrive at cogitavi and cogitatus through the infinitive cogitare?

I am using Wheelock’s and the same thing arises there in the vocabulary lists.

I hope that wasn’t too cringe-worthy!

I am 35, but I feel as though I have grown up so much in the last six months. I’ve always had my shit together, more or less, with all those trappings that make “functional” alcoholics appear to be functioning. I wasn’t really functioning, though. I was just dragging along, living for one wine o’clock to the next. I wasn’t cognizant of the world around me, nor did I care. There were a number of things that would send me into an utter tailspin, including deciding whether we want kids. That is not so anymore. Now, I can be rational even when I’m emotional. I don’t know if it’s because my brain has changed or if it’s because I’m spending more time thinking about my brain and myself. Either way,

My mom, who is an active alcoholic, has been visiting me this week. One minute ago she asked me if I'd like wine, as she has for the last five successive days. She knows I am 167 days sober. She knows I am an alcoholic. But now here I am, posting on SD with my teeth clenched and my mouth watering. I don't even know why I'm making this post, except that I'm legitimately pissed off. I am also thankful she leaves tomorrow. But above all of that, I feel guilty that I have been in such a foul mood for her whole visit.

My home, where I keep no alcohol at all, has been FULL of white wine, which is her drink of choice. As is the way with apples and trees and all that, it was mine as well. It's been

... KEEP GOING! <3!!!!

I have never experienced anything like this. It’s getting a little easier now that I have eaten a huge piece of chocolate cake and gotten on SD, but I have never felt a battle like this in my own body. I know why it happened. Too much work, not enough food, a touch of angry, and my husband is gone for the next few days (hello, HALT!)... but holy, holy, HOLY shit.

I am almost ashamed to post because surely at 140 days I should have seen this coming, and in my defense I did resort to some baby steps in preparation for some mild cravings. But I never knew it could be this bad.

I told u/DesperateToBeDry that I'd check in tonight, and I thought maybe it might help a few other sobernauts too! Pizza is on the way, original Twin Peaks is cued up, I'm fresh out of the bath, and the mint chip ice cream survived the power outage. YES!

Lots of love to all of you!

She started to cry because she was so proud. I don't even really know why I decided to tell her, except that it's a huge part of my life and I talk to her every day... so it was starting to feel a little strange not saying anything. We live 3000 miles apart, so it's really been up to me how much I wanted to share.

I had struggled with what to say and how, but I realized that when you say something like, "I'm 132 days sober and I'm so proud of that," people who love us will hopefully recognize two things. 1: If someone is counting sobriety days they probably had a problem! 2: Hearing happiness in a loved one's voice creates an instant happiness loop.

I told her that it's been an amazin

Oooh boy. I finished a huge work thing today, not just on time but early. I’ve been working so hard for the last six months and now it’s done. Before I quit, I was looking forward to getting shitfaced when it was all over. I booked a massage instead but I really dislike this celebratory feeling. Bad news I can handle. Good news is scary. And I’m pissed with myself that I didn’t see this coming.

ETA: just made some chicken nuggets. The situation is improving rapidly! 😂

I’ve been seeing a lot of posts over the last few days about people planning to go cold turkey or who don’t understand that alcohol withdrawals can be fatal. For some of us, stopping suddenly would be fine. But for others, things could get very ugly very quickly. I found this archived post and thought it might be helpful.

I have an important meeting this morning and I know I’m going to be super vulnerable afterwards. Oyster Bar in Grand Central will be calling my name. But I won’t answer! Nope. Not today. No matter how good or bad it goes.

This milestone feels much bigger than 90/100 days because I have had to fight so hard against my own insecurities for the last few weeks. Work is stressful; life is opening up in terms of possibilities and that’s stressful as well. Old demons are resurfacing and I’ve had to deal with them sober and clear-headed for the first time. But I am winning. When we aren’t drinking, we are always winning.

Like TS Eliot said, there is living and partly living. I never want to partly live ever again.

Hello! I’m not sure if this post belongs here, but I found you all last night and I’m really glad I did. I am 105 days sober (alcohol and some related self-destructive behaviors). I’ve been really active over on stopdrinking, and now I’m seeking tools to live better in recovery.

I have never been happier or healthier. Last night I cut ties with one of the most destructive people in my life, and wrote a long and cathartic email that helped me to see how far I have come...and how far I still have to go. I have gotten this far without any IRL support groups, but I am going to start attending meetings so I stay active in this change in myself, and so that I can try to help others.

Anyway, hel

Milestones are sort of tricky for me because drinking was so tied up with celebration, so instead of waiting until I hit triple digits I decided to post today. These are the changes I've noticed so far:

1. My mental health has done a 180; I used to believe I would be plagued with suicidal thinking for the rest of my life. I haven't had a suicidal thought in three months. I have been on antidepressants since I was 18, which was--surprise!!--the same year I started drinking. I am about to turn 36 and my doctor says that we will talk about taking me off of the meds later this year. That is how much better I am doing. I spent half of my life looking for a remedy that was in me all along. I tr