Get up and keep fighting
I’m feeling a little better this morning after my terrible hangover yesterday. I still threw up this morning, but I think that was because of anxiety. I think the anxiety is my worst hangover symptom. It’s awful on its own, and it makes everything else feel 100 times worse. But I’m back and ready to move forward and figure out what went wrong and what I can do to address that. It’s hard to gather up the strength. I have to do the hardest thing I’ve ever done, and I have to do it when I’m at my weakest. I feel like I’m in a cage with a hungry lion. When it’s not on me, it’s sitting there growling at me. I’m trying to get stronger and smarter with each slip, but it’s hard not to feel weaker and dumber each time I discover a new way it can get me. But if I want to live, I have no choice, I get that. So I’ll get up and keep fighting. I hope everyone has a good, sober day.