Not today AV. Not today.
Returned to the scene of my last epic binge over the holidays at my sanctuary by the sea . It's been almost six months since I was last here. And in the back of the fridge, amidst the outdated mayo and raspberry jelly, a bottle of my poison of choice.
Chardonnay.
There was a moment where it crossed my mind. But then I found I was already starting to plan what I would do when that bottle was finished.
That my friends, is what you call, alcoholism. I don't want a glass. I will NEVER want a glass. I want bottles and bottles and bottles.
Sobriety is just finally starting to get good again as I round out month five. I'm NOT going back. No way no shape no form.
And my new normal sure as heck beats chewing Xanax at 4:00 am.
Not today AV. And not tomorrow either.