Ahhh, Day 1, we meet again. I hate you. That’s what I should be counting; these Day 1s. I can’t even speculate how many there have been. They’ve become somewhat of a joke to me. Like, yeah, of course I’m not drinking today, but we all know it’s coming, so let’s get this over with.
Read MoreI am sick about this. I would give just about anything to NOT feel these stupid feelings. Fear, sadness, disappointment, anxiety, anger, humiliation, regret, shame, frustration, all the shitty feelings. God, this sucks. And the worst part is I don’t know what to do about it. Except drink. But I’m not. At least, not today.
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