I had one of those vivid dreams where you wake up in a cold sweat.
In the dream I was driving my car on the highway in a blackout, when I regained consciousness my car was in a ditch and police had surrounded the car. I was very drunk and disoriented and the police kept shouting at me to wake the “f” up!
I got a DUI and they took my licence away. The worst part of the whole dream was the embarrassment of everyone in my neighbourhood and children’s school knowing that I’m an alcoholic.
I woke up drenched in sweat and panic, I checked my breath (in case I’d forgotten that I drank or something) and double-checked my surroundings. It was just a dream thank God! I cannot begin to explain the relief I felt.
I had so many blackouts when I was active in my addiction. I would black out and then be out partying for hours, walking talking doing crazy shit. I looked like I was there but ‘I’ wasn’t there at all. My husband could spot the sign of a blackout after a while, he said my eyes would get this vacant look and he just knew.
Initially, the blackouts were reserved for hectic drinking sessions when a lot of booze was consumed.
The last year of my drinking, ‘the scary year’ I call it, I started blacking way more regularly.
Generally, a blackout is described as a period of unconsciousness or lack of awareness when you are unable to recall what happened or what you did.
It’s the most harrowing thing waking up with no recollection of what you did. It’s like some shadowy creature of the night took possession of you. This imposter who would say and do really dangerous things, left in charge of the only vehicle you have to navigate your life with. It’s just ludicrous!
Those nights are consigned to the void, it’s time lost that I will never get back. What an utterly miserable pastime drinking is…half-consciousness, inebriation and blurry memories with big black holes in them.
I won’t go into all of the things I did or said when I was in blackouts; that would be a very long list indeed.
I will say that alcohol renders the drinker entirely vulnerable. Your faculties are all impaired so if you are out in that state you are a target.
One of the most amazing gifts of sobriety is those two minutes before you are completely awake…those two minutes used to be spent piecing the last night’s events together, desperately trying to remember what I did, said or how I got to bed.
These days I say thank you, thank you for not having drunk the night before, thank you for waking up sober, thank you, thank you, thank you…
Spending the first two minutes of my day in gratitude instead of regret and confusion is absolutely everything to me.