I'm not going to cave in to my fear. its another excuse.
It is, and one being generated by the addiction itself. It wants you to be afraid, to doubt yourself.
There's no reason to doubt yourself. You're taking control, enlisting your mom, coming here. Seems to me you're doing everything right—textbook example of how to beat this thing.
Right now they lick on me constantly and I think it's the alchohol that seeps through the skin.
My dog licked me a lot when I was depressed or anxious. I kept him pretty busy when I was drinking. He's gone now, but I am so grateful that I recovered before he went. Glad I could really be there for him at the end, and glad he got to see the change in me.
I do want my life back.
Good. It's waiting for you. Keep your eye on that—the life you want—and you'll be there before you know it.
