but I drank last night. And I didn't just drink ... I drank to get loaded. What in the heck did I think I was missing??? The shame and guilt? The disappointment in myself? The hangover? The embarrassment? Really??? Wow, the insanity of it all. I called my sponsor and confessed and she didn't freak out and dump me like a hot potato (like I thought she would). I need to get back up, dust myself off and make some serious changes to my program of recovery. Whatever it takes, I must do ... if not I will drink myself to death out there. And I will loath myself every single minute. Back to daily meetings and working through the steps (I know ... not everyone's choice of recovery, but mine). I have to rediscover my peace and serenity and hold on to it for dear life.
