I had the most productive day in 4 years today. Found an empty wine bottle in one of my vanity drawers. I looked at it for a minute. Thought about everything I have been through from the first drink of my relapse to indescribable agony of my recent withdrawal. My vanity has baskets of creams, eyeliners, a dusty bottle of Lauren's Romance. Everything has been sitting there untouched since my first drunk. A lot of dust. It is like looking at a room where someone died, leaving all their things behind. God I am on a trip.