Sharing my hope
Feeling stronger after 9 days. I am clear but anxious at times. I'm eating well and going to the gym (exercise is so critical for me and my brain).
I return to work in one week and I hope there isn't too much damage to repair there. I'll figure it out.
I see my kids on Saturday. Yay! I can't wait. They do not deserve what they have gone through because of their childish parents.
There are many good things I have and I need to relearn how to enjoy them as I once did. That is living. I have accepted I can not start...even one drink. Because it is never one drink.
Have a beautiful week to all of you, and I wish to share my hope.