Last night I almost lost it. It’s been a hard month or so (as noted by my last post). The stress and anxiety are just getting worse. I start thinking about drinking around noon now, and it doesn’t stop until after dinner. This has been going on for what seems like F.O.R.E.V.E.R. I am so tired of it. I cried like a baby the other night on my way home because I could not stop for a drink. It was a pity party. I have never cried because I couldn’t have a drink before. I came close to that again last night. I was even scoping out restaurants where I could go for drinks and dinner. A serious decision was in the works. Guess I’m fortunate to not have any good restaurants close to my house or I would have stopped. I was so close to throwing it all in.
Of course, this morning I am grateful that I did not give in. But it’s not a wipe the brow, issue a “shew” and praise the day type grateful. I’m just glad I feel good and am hangover free. I still want a drink.