23 days
23 days today. Been a rough weekend, BFF took things too far as a result of drinking..... Caused a major amount of undue stress on everyone close to her. Her actions, her consequences. She was/has been offered a number of resources for help, and she has all but refused it all. Breaks my heart and pisses me off. But it's not my circus. A drink didn't even cross my mind. Not once. Until today. I was driving home and thought- hey I can run into the store and grab some wine- kids were at sitters- and I continued to drive home. I thought about where it would lead me, ESP on the heels of this past weekend. I would love to say I am proud of myself, but I'm not. It actually scares me a bit. I have to pay attention, and be sure this wasn't the first thought preceding a relapse. One day at a time