Back Again...
Well I fell off the wagon Saturday and Sunday. It was the weirdest thing. I woke up Saturday morning feeling strong and confident that I would not drink. I wrote in my journal, worked out, etc. Quite often on Saturday, I would go down to the local "watering hole" and drink and ******** with my friends for a while. It's a small town where you can walk into the bar and eveyone knows everyone.
Out of know where, that little demon jumped on my shoulder and said, "Oh, let's just go down for a couple". It'll be fine. No big deal. Wow, where did that voice come from. What happened to that other voice that was in my head just an hour before, that was convinced that I should never drink again!? How does my thoughts turnaround so completely and so quickly??
So I got **** faced drunk Saturday and then again Sunday afternoon. Then I woke up Monday morning wondering what the hell happened to my very strong resolve of less than a week ago?? I keep doing this. How do I get past this point?