Depressed. Again. Story of my life.
I'm at 23 days. You'd think that would make me happy and give me a sense of accomplishment, but instead I am dealing with double depression with no sign of relief today, tomorrow, or the next day. You all know the feeling, I'm sure: heavy muscles, excessive fatigue, flat feelings and emotions, lost all interest in anything. I'm too fatigued to even be weepy. Too fatigued to practice "correct thinking."
Just venting. I think deep down I knew this would happen when I stopped drinking. No booze means no buffer from myself. Effing alcohol.
Have appointments being made for me. I'll be ok. Just wish I could crawl up into bed and hide until this passes, but that's not how it works. Have to interact and be out in the world in order to heal. I just hope I can do it without feeling worse.