30 days
Day 30, and sundown. Still very tired and full of anxiety. Though it would get easier. I guess it is getting better to a point, no more daily d.t.s mini seizures and tremors at night. I keep telling myself, "what do you expect after a 30 pack of beer a night for 8 years. Just wish the panic stuff would go away so I can get out. Took a short ride yesterday but got agoraphobic. I guess the post withdraw is delivering me a sound thumping in response to the way I've treated my body for so long. I'm sure there's another thrashing waiting in the wings for tomorrow but what the hell, it can't be worse than the hell I've created in my life, and the lives of others when I drank.Come to think of it, it's worth every damn minute. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise. I can see clarity breaking through and it happens a little more each day. Can't wait until its blue skies again, I know it's on the horizon for all of us.