Everyday I wake up saying this is the last day!
But it never is. Mainly because I have access. I went and had a bottle of wine for lunch today, because I could. I had money, and I had time.
I DO not count on ,my own will power. It is crap.
I want/need rehab because if I just a few days of it being out of my hands I want to believe that will be the straw that breaks the camels back!
Probably naive.