It's been one week without a drink. I'm done counting days, I'm counting weeks now
Idk if this sounds bizarre, but I stabbed my hunting knife through the last bottle I bought, and keep it on my dresser, knife through it and all. I'm a pretty symbolic person, and doing that made me feel like I hammered the last nail in the coffin of my biggest demon.
I'll continue to post here still, thanks a lot everyone. You're all great people