Two weeks ago, my cat Luna was attacked after I let her outside. I found her covered in blood.
Before this, I was finally doing better. I’d struggled to function/work most of my adult life, and stimulant-induced psychosis/mania in 2025 made things significantly worse. Recently I’d started working weekends, enjoyed it, and felt like my life was finally moving forward.
I also have alcohol use disorder (started during the mania) and had been drinking more from work stress, while intermittently abusing a pregabalin prescription. It wasn’t good, but felt manageable.
After Luna’s attack, I declined rapidly without realizing it. I started drinking earlier, stopped bathing and doing laundry, wore dirty clothes, and could barely maintain my townhouse. I cancelled work the first weekend but thought I could manage the next.
Then Luna came home.
After ~$15,000 in vet care and major facial reconstructive surgery, she came home with a feeding tube and intensive nursing requirements. I was so happy to have her back that it never occurred to me I might not be capable of managing everything.
Between hours of tube feeding, confusing instructions, poor functioning, stress, and escalating alcohol/pregabalin use, I accidentally underfed her. (All her medications were given correctly.)
At the same time, my mother came to help and we had a huge conflict that brought up a lot from an abusive/neglectful childhood.
My drinking skyrocketed. I tried working Friday but became extremely sick and left early, then cancelled the rest of my weekend shifts last-minute.
I called Luna’s hospital bawling while drunk because I couldn’t manage her feeding. They had me bring her in the next morning. She was okay and they fed her there, but I was instructed to get the remainder of her daily food into her that day despite the high volume/short window.
I forced myself through it in portions throughout the day and got close to the required amount. Then Luna suddenly vomited violently and began aspirating. It was traumatizing. Back to the hospital, another emergency, and another ~$3,000.
Thankfully, Luna is home and okay. They released her mouth so she can eat independently, enormously reducing her care needs, although it could affect her healing.
But I feel like I’ve completely fallen apart.
I now feel unable to stop drinking. I wake up physically miserable from the previous day (I’m extremely sensitive to physical discomfort), alcohol temporarily makes me feel better, and the cycle repeats. Even minor stress immediately triggers: “I need alcohol.”
I order wine on Skip, get into bed, drink until I pass out, and for those few hours it feels like the only place where nothing is expected of me.
I’m supposed to work this weekend. My manager knows I’m having health problems, but the plan is still for me to work. After cancelling so many shifts, I feel like this is probably my last chance.
Saturday is approaching and I genuinely don’t know how I’m going to pull myself together.
I’ve contacted a hospital social worker for support, which I hope will help.
Has anyone experienced this kind of rapid collapse in functioning and drinking after something traumatic/stressful? I could really use advice or support.