WWG, I remember all too vividly day 8 for me. It was like the lowest I had ever been. I remember laying on the bathroom floor bawling like everyone I knew had died. Like every sad emotion I had ever drank away & stuffed down came erupting like a volcano. It paralyzed me with pain. I couldn't move, just sob.
And I realized alcohol had done this to me. All that drinking did was postpone my misery. Eventually, you have to deal with it.
Guess what? I survived. Have had ups & downs but nothing like the first few weeks.
And you & I never have to experience this again.
Just get through it...heal. And don't ever go back to the bottle, the cause of all this pain & misery.
Someone said yesterday.....the difference between a good day & a bad day is about 2 days.
It's true, it will pass.
Super congrats on 13 1/2 days! The worst is almost over!