Lying Minds
Autor David Horryen Limba Engleză Paperback – 20 iun 2020
Alcoholics are not damaged, faulty or broken, and we aren't bad or weak people: we are deceived: deceived by our own minds.
Most people that drink heavily in their youth will mature out of it, and those that drink to relieve some distress will moderate their drinking if that distress is removed, but we do not. Our minds do not spontaneously curb excessive drinking, they encourage it. Drinking appears to us that it brings relief from our problems but in fact it amplifies them. Alcohol changes the way that we think, it lowers our emotions, and it distorts our memory. Our minds compel us to drink more and we become increasingly anxious, depressed, fearful, alone and hopeless... all of which are relieved by drinking. Our minds trap us into a self-reinforcing pursuit of alcohol, and that does not happen to others.
We are not broken or faulty but we are different. All people are different in some way. Some are tall, some are short, but we all also have unseen differences within us. Some are bolder that others, some more timid, some artistic and some more analytical. But we have differences that make us susceptible to addiction, and once that susceptibility is engaged then it forms into an ever strengthening force that propels us towards our own destruction. This book explains the mechanisms that drive our addiction, how they grow, why we can never safely drink again, and the deeper truth: that we never could in the first place, we just didn't know it.
This book takes the mystery out of alcoholism and the guesswork out of recovery by describing the ways in which we are deceived by addiction. When we understand the ways in which our mind deceives us then we can anticipate its actions. The deceptions appear real, but they are false and once we know them to be false then we can recognise, intercept and defeat them. And defeat them we must, because if allowed to run its course uninterrupted, alcoholism is fatal.
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Specificații
ISBN-13: 9780473526597
ISBN-10: 047352659X
Pagini: 202
Dimensiuni: 133 x 203 x 11 mm
Greutate: 0.21 kg
Editura: AOB Books
ISBN-10: 047352659X
Pagini: 202
Dimensiuni: 133 x 203 x 11 mm
Greutate: 0.21 kg
Editura: AOB Books
Notă biografică
When I first drank it felt great. I could join in, I was sociable, I had fun, I was relaxed and I felt like I was somebody. I liked it. Drinking was good, so I did it again. I drank to get the same feelings as I did the first time, and I did this again and again, but soon when I drank I didn't get the same result... I got slightly less. My body got better at cleaning away alcohol, so I had to drink faster and I had to drink more to get the same effect. So I drank faster and I drank more. Over the years I slowly drank more and more. The change was so slow it was imperceptible but I drank more, I drank more often, I drank too much more often, and the spaces between the times I drank too much grew smaller. As my drinking slowly changed I changed with it. My brain changed to offset the changes caused by large and routine doses of alcohol. My brain was being made artificially happy. It was getting more happiness than it ordered, so it lowered the amount of the happy chemicals it produced. It changed everything else it was getting too much of too. This made me less happy, less sociable, and less relaxed whenever I was sober. A drink would fix this but I now had to drink enough to bring these back up to normal before I could even start to get happy. I was unhappy whenever I was sober. I was lonely whenever I was sober, and I was restless and anxious whenever I was sober. I drank to lift myself from being unhappy, lonely and anxious... which was every time I was sober. So I drank whenever I was sober. The more I drank the more my brain changed. Eventually I couldn't drink enough to get happy. I couldn't stop shaking until I drank, and I couldn't be sociable until I was already drunk. When I first drank it felt great. I could join in, I was sociable, I had fun, I was relaxed and I felt like I was somebody. But it didn't stay like that. I drank for fun but it made me unhappy. I drank for friendship but it made me alone. I drank for relaxation but it made me anxious. I drank for confidence but it made me afraid, and I drank for comfort but ended up in despair. I chose none of that. My brain never told me to not drink. My brain only ever told me that a drink would be good or that a drink would make me feel better. My brain lied to me. My fight wasn't with the bottle. My fight was with my own mind.