A man. An old man inside, though I'm only 46 on the outside. Blonde hair, going white, just like my grandfather. Rail-thin, I weigh in at 145 and 6 feet, or two meters and 66 kilos. Just call me stick man.
I'm 24 years sober this coming May. For those of you who know what alcoholism and drug addiction is like... You will also understand that my teeth was the least of my loss. I began my sobriety with nowhere to go but up.
I've recovered from my alcoholism, mostly. The material possessions were easier than the emotional catching up. My wife and I bought our home about a year ago. Small mortgage, and plenty of fixing. But it's a nice house. Old. The emotional hurdles of getting sober are many, and of a great variety. Turns out that there are many other destructive behaviors than just mood-altering chemicals.
My wife said I was an artist at heart, and I should try some of my ideas. So I picked up a pencil and paper and properly sucked. So, I tried woodcarving. Not bad, better. My poetry came too easy, so I thought it must be no good. Which I think to this day. Metal sculpture was a bit of a failure, though not terrible. I got a computer and started doing a bit of photomanipulation, and vintage photo restoration. Which led me to some photography, and then to stocks.
I wanted to do a work of my grandfather, but had very few pictures of him. So I looked into doing him in 3D. Which became my preferred mode of artistic expression. I'm progressing nicely with several aspects. Namely poses, morphs and textures. The actual modeling is very slow going, if I ever get there. I'm trying to learn more as I am able. But with working all day, there just isn't a lot of time left in the evenings.
I'm working my way toward retiring from carpentry. And I'd like to take up 3D work full-time. That's a goal of mine.
I have a talent for finding things. Just ask for what you need. I really can find or produce most anything. It's nice when I can photograph or render it, but I won't make you wait too long on your art before I start doing searches for you.
I want to say more, but this is probably boring you. So TTYL!
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Gratz on the sobriety..
15 years here!
over 20 clean...
and yup on the wild ride thingy!
BOTH of my sponsors died a year ago in april- they were both 50 years old...
I will be 46 this year too...
small world eh?
maybe one day will getcha a run down of my history...
itsa long one...
short version?
rape, beatings molestation, self-medication, attempted suicides,
numerous undiagnosed ailments...
started drinking rum when i was 10 years old...
quit when i was 30...
i grew up knowing how to maintain a constant B.A.L.-
(blood alcohol level)
yup...alot of the alcoholism in my family is genetic...
never mind environmental...
but the chain is being broken,
by just living it,
and many family members have quit also...
when i quit drinking?
lifes crap hit THE fan!
omg!!!
i STILL am having flashbacks...
and am seriously undermedicated-due to the loss of health insurance several years ago...
but enough!
instead of beating myself up for the progress i have yet to make-
i will breathe easier over the progress that i HAVE made!
I drank BECAUSE I AM an alcoholic...
and will hopefully not drink again!
promises can't be made...ya know?
its STILL the first place my brain goes when things get dark...
nice reminder that we will never be cured, and must be ever vigilant!
Ah! I had a bit shorter run. First black-out at 13 and hit bottom at 22.
Mmm! I rarely could maintain. I was a black-out drinker.
Nah! The crap was already constantly hitting the fan! We just really started noticing and caring once the drugs drained out of our pores.
I can understand that one. I constantly have this feeling that I need to catch up. That I'm behind in life...
I'm an alcoholic, yes. It beat the living crap out of me. Homelessness in New York City kinda drives it home. And months of living on AA coffee and cookies saved my life.
In my head, I threaten to go back to drinking when things get rough. Yeah, that would show THEM wouldn't it!?!
I told my wife to just leave me the minute I start drinking. Because it would mean that I had just given up everything, and was in the process of trying to kill myself. And it wouldn't be pretty.
But I am okies...one day at a time...mostly babysteps...
yup even after all this time!
Is good to have a fellow alkie in here!!
stupid peeps are mindboggling eh?
I can totally see myself doing time for a felony-
HAPPILY!
(yup..still working on anger...)*head explodey*