This is My Journal. This is My Darkness.

This is my journal for all to see.

This is my journal. Which is kind of weird, because most people keep the contents of their journals pretty private. It’s the place they work out their neuroses, download their self-doubt and basically try to write themselves into being better people (or at least feeling better about the people they are).


That’s what I do here, too, I just don’t seem to care who reads it. It’s like I have a genetic flaw that makes me publish my darkness. I don’t understand why I don’t care. I guess I figure that the internet is an endless expanse, and while my most private thoughts are most public, I feel like you’ve got to have a pretty good reason to be looking if you are going to stumble onto my ramblings.


I remember the first blog post I ever published. I had it set to automatically release at 3am. I woke up at 5am and rushed to the computer to see how many views and comments I had. At the time, I had no email list, no social media presence – I don’t know how I thought people would magically seek out my blog post. They didn’t. The internet is almost infinitely full of people’s profoundness, and I’m a nobody. Still, I was disappointed.


But maybe that experience of a tree falling silently in the forest is the reason I journal out loud. The only people who read my blog either love me, or share at least one of my unsavory characteristics, so I feel a sense of camaraderie with my readers. The millions of people who have everything figured out would never read my journal. We have nothing in common, and “together” people are far too perfect to have an interest in my imperfection.


I’m in a pretty bad place right now. I hadn’t accomplished nearly as much as I had hoped to this past week when Friday came along. I was all jazzed up for a long day of writing, when the frigid tip of my nose led me to the discovery that my furnace was out. Thanks to the accumulated novice experience of a 46-year-old who tries not to pay for $500 service calls, and the near-completeness of the catalog of YouTube videos available, I scrapped my plans for productivity and went to battle with my house’s heat source. I won, and it’s warm in my house again, but at a significant mental health cost. I didn’t waste money on expensive repairs, but I didn’t do any writing Friday, either. It felt like a wasted day when I couldn’t afford to waste a minute.


The funny thing about having this “creative” job where I try to turn ideas into something tangible is that my work has no start and definitely no end. I could work 24 hours a day and still never finish. I’m trying to build something, but I have no idea what it will eventually look like, so I have no way to gauge satisfaction with my progress. I’m trying to be open with others about my experiences, hoping our shared experiences can help us both get a little bit better. Any minute spent not moving forward is a lost opportunity. I know how unhealthy that outlook is, but I can’t seem to change it. I’m not letting anyone down. I can’t get fired. But I disappoint myself constantly. So when I spent an entire day fixing my furnace, I now feel like garbage because I didn’t advance my mission. That’s when the darkness creeps in.


To add to that, Sheri and I had a disagreement. It wasn’t much, but it doesn’t take much. Back when I used to drink, I was not very transparent with my wife. I kept a lot of stuff pushed down. She wasn’t very fond of me back then, so she did the same thing. Now that we are making great progress and sharing openly, lovingly, constantly; it doesn’t take much of a dispute to really kick me in the teeth. That’s how I feel right now.


This setting is just right for the bad drinking.


When I drank alcohol, it was for a wide variety of reasons, and not all of them were evil. I drank with friends in a very social way. Sure, sometimes I drank too much in those situations, but if that was the full extent of the demonic nature of my consumption, I 100% guarantee I’d still be drinking today. I also used to drink alone when I felt good. The alcohol tended to cause me to isolate in those situations. But as long as I was in a good place and relaxing while I poured alcohol down my throat, it usually didn’t end poorly. It was gluttonous and wasteful maybe, but it certainly wasn’t excessive enough to make me quit drinking.


But I also drank when I was in a dark place like I am right now. I drank when things weren’t going right, I wasn’t making progress, and my human weakness left me feeling empty and pitiful.


I drank to make my failure irrelevant.


That’s the bad drinking. That’s the stuff that nearly killed me. That’s the reason I can’t drink anymore. If I started drinking from the mental state I’m in right now, bad things always happened.


I don’t think everyone goes here. I know that everybody experiences ups and downs, and people have different coping mechanisms to deal with their emotions. I get that. But I’ve read and heard too much about the darkness that creatives get sucked into, and I’ve felt it too many times myself, to deny its existence. It’s awful. It feels like quicksand. It is a lack of recent “wins” (productivity, accomplishment, progress, whatever) mixed with a total lack of motivation. It is times like these, three years sober now, that alcohol sounds exactly like temporary relief. I won’t drink, but I do know how alcohol could make this feeling go away. Knowing that the solution is off limits makes the darkness just that much darker.


If you are someone I know really well, reading this might be a little scary. You might be thinking you need to reach out – to check on me and offer support. By the time I edit this, find a picture to post with it, and do all the formatting, the darkness will have passed. You see, turning this journal into a published post requires motivation I don’t currently have. When you read this, I will have found the inspiration and I’ll be back on track (otherwise, you will never read it…do you follow me?). The point is, don’t worry. I’m fine. I’m out of the darkness now. If you were having a little panic feeling because you know you should do something but you don’t know what to do, relax. It is over. I’m better now, and I didn’t drink.


If you are not a loved one of mine, then you are surely reading this because you have your own set of challenges, probably related to alcohol. If that’s the case, then there is a very good chance you are familiar with the darkness, too. Maybe you can hold it all together as long as things go relatively as you plan them, but when enough stuff gets in your way, you retreat into the shadows, too. If you’re reading this, you have almost undoubtedly used alcohol to ease the pain of the darkness. If you’re reading this, you’ve almost undoubtedly learned the hard way that drinking in the darkness only makes things darker. I’m going to tell you what you already know. Don’t drink. It won’t solve this particular problem any more than it will fix any other aspect of your life.


Alcohol won’t help. Alcohol never really helps. The next time you are in the darkness, try journaling about it. That’s what I do now that I can’t drink through the darkness. But you already know that about me, don’t you.


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  • Reply
    Cheri Miller
    January 29, 2020 at 7:24 am

    Nailed it again! Glad you’re back at it.

    • Reply
      Matt Salis
      January 29, 2020 at 7:30 am

      No cats were injured in the processing of my sadness, Cheri!

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      Anne K.
      January 29, 2020 at 10:06 am

      I concur Cheri, Matt nails this stuff very well

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    January 29, 2020 at 8:23 am

    “But I disappoint myself constantly”

    THIS I can relate to, and was a big factor in why I continued to drink. I always had to knock everything out of the ballpark. Either that or I was drinking and I was a big pile of shit. Thanks for sharing your dark thoughts cause I think we all have them. Some of us just want to drink them away and others might eat them away or sleep them away. What is keeping me from that first drink is connection – whether it be reading blogs or meetings or friends or family. Anything to keep me out of my own head. Thanks for helping me stay healthy today!


    • Reply
      Matt Salis
      January 29, 2020 at 8:30 am

      “Anything to keep me out of my own head.” So well put, Justine. Thanks for reading and commenting!

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    Anne K. Scott
    January 29, 2020 at 10:08 am

    I love the distinctions you make between the different kinds of drinking Matt and the toxicity of drinking in the darkness, because of the darkness. I know what you mean and your journalling is well worth sharing. Not everyone does it so eloquently. Your words are for sharing

    • Reply
      Matt Salis
      January 29, 2020 at 11:20 am

      Thanks for your encouragement, Anne! I’ll definitely keep sharing.

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    January 29, 2020 at 10:28 am

    Hey Matt, good writing. I was not scared, but sad because I know how you felt. I also know that yesterday in my outpatient group we discussed ‘seemingly irrelevant decisions’. These are things that may trip us up when we aren’t thinking about them. Like going to the grocery store instead of writing in our journal, and on the way home from the grocery store passing our favorite liquor store because that direction of the drive is more ‘pretty’ (we tell ourselves). The list can be made ad infinitum. But I sensed you fixing your furnace on Friday was one of those ‘seemingly irrelevant decisions’ that ended up leading you to a dark place. The point is, for me if enough of these decisions add up without me taking an active roll and addressing them, I’m asking for a relapse. Good job recognizing your darkness and writing about it, I need to get better at that. Thanks for the inspiration! And in the meantime, i’ll keep making the decisions of least risk for my sobriety.

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      Matt Salis
      January 29, 2020 at 11:21 am

      “Seemingly irrelevant decisions.” I like that, Kyle. Thanks for sharing!

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    January 29, 2020 at 12:36 pm

    I’ve only recently found your blog after a link was posted to a group for wives of alcoholics & so grateful I have.

    I am across the pond (So your words have travelled far!) & the currently separated partner of a very high functioning addict still in denial.

    I have read everything you and your wife have put out here & I can’t tell you how much of a help it has been for me, in trying to make sense of it all.

    Thank you 😊

    • Reply
      Matt Salis
      January 29, 2020 at 12:48 pm

      I’m so glad to hear our words are helping, Heather. Thank you so much for reaching out!

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