day 2, when the fun begins. simultaneously restless & exhausted, i'm an unslept, hyper sensitive, sweaty, puking, scatterbrained mess. one minute brings sunshine soaked epiphanies, angels, harps and absolute joy for sobriety, in the next i'm panicked and paranoid and the mind schemes for relief… 'why do this?' the chatter says, 'no really, why go thru this, i mean seriously, whattaya trying to prove here? everyone's an alcoholic, you just find your way to keep it under the radar like they do and carry on.' it is no wonder my head is pounding.
but all of this is just part of the deal, and this madness will pass as long as i just grow the eff up and do what i need to do here. day 3, i'm looking at you now.