My last slip, my therapist insisted I change my date. I was sad and mad. I worked so damn hard for those sober days and now they are all just gone ?!?! Because of one night of emotional turmoil ??
Sadly, yes.
Kinda.
At the end of the day, it's about being accountable. To yourself.
So I came clean, admitted to myself the error of my ways, licked my wounds, put my tail between my legs and chose to soldier on with yet, another, day one.
But it wasn't easy. Because I couldn't do it "my way".
Clearly , my way wasn't working.