I would like to preface by saying that, even though this message may seem like a ramble born of abject inebriation (which it is, I'll admit) it does have a definite point, a concrete question, and I suppose my future happiness might owe a great deal to your gracious assistance in answering that question.
I appreciate that this forum is meant for men and women who are pioneers of cognitive evolution spurred by pharmaceutical innovation. I really am sorry to clutter up and belittle such a forum as this with such a wretched little plea as my own. I have the highest respect for the writers who post here and the knowledge which they share, as well as the organization which sponsors this forum, and I feel like a real heel for posting this sort of thing.
But I've been spending so much money and time on this nootropics business, and you fine folks know all the angles and intricacies so much better than I do; I just follow your leads and hope for the best. And still I seem to be in a rut so deep that, despite the great aid I've received from Wellbutrin, I still cannot feel emotionally alive unless I've gotten myself drunk.
If I'm not drunk, I feel dead to the world; cynical, heartless, isolated, jaded, and inert, as if my brain has shut-down and only my simple senses of physical perception remain active. I progress in no meaningful way towards any of my personal goals, and connect in no meaningful way to other people.
The only times that I feel truly human are when I've guzzled booze until I'm about to puke; otherwise, I'm a lump, absorbed in my own self-doubt.
I exercise, I eat better than anyone else I know, I get my vitamins -- and it's all to no avail: my waking hours, from day to day, merge seamlessly into a gray, incomprehensible, senseless limbo. I shudder with dread at the utter waste I am making of my life, despite all my definite plans for it.
Yet -
Something about alcohol wakes me up and makes me myself. I can write, I can draw, I can read a book and commune with the immortal soul of the author - at last!
I don't want to drink like I do, I know it's not good for me. And I've only started it recently, in the past few months, so my drinking is not the cause of my problems, which go back many years now.
I've read through so many threads, and done my best to become informed - but I still don't really understand the intricacies of neurochemistry.
I'd just like to know, I'd just like to ask you:
This is the big question:
What is it that alcohol is doing to me that makes me feel like I've no hope in the world unless I'm drunk, and what is a healthy means by which to encourage those same feelings - or the neurotransmitters/neurostimulus responsible for those feelings - whilst remaining sobre and maintaining healthy behavior?
Over the past few weeks, I've typed out this post and then deleted it before submission, ashamed to ask something like this on a forum with so many intelligent and productive people; but I'm so desperate just to revive my emotional being that I can't bring myself to abort tonight's pitiful attempt at soliciting aid.
I have read more psychological texts than any therapist I have ever met, and have spent many hours psychoanalyzing myself according to the principles of numerous "schools" of psychology, so please do not suggest therapy or counseling as the answer to all that fetters me. It is a straightforward matter of there being some neurochemical mechanism which is triggered, agitated or provoked by ethanol that is otherwise dormant.
I struggle to feel any emotion at all, without the aid of alcohol, and it's grinding me down into a depression that frightens me.
Thank you most sincerely for your charitable patience.