Day 7. I woke up crabby and the day just got lousier. I feel like a toddler wanting to have a temper tantrum. Bad day at work, dinner plans canceled, argument with a friend, need to turn in my resume for a new job but I've been procrastinating due to fear. I took a walk, I took a bath I wrote in a journal. I'm not going to drink but watching my husband leave for the liquor store almost made me cry. As hard as this is for me right now I know he will not be able to stop without medical detox. My wedding anniversary is coming up, my birthday is a few weeks away. My sister has already said to me how can I celebrate anything if I'm not going to drink??? Really? And she is supposed to be helping me along.
Riding the emotional wave, trying not to cry. But I'm feeling so incredibly frustrated with everything and everyone at the moment. Sorry. I really needed to vent.
I need to renew my gym membership. Last time I quit swimming helped so much.