Woke up on day 3. My bowels is a bit of a mess, probably because i ate a lot yesterdar, which i see is a good sign - I usually lose appetite during drinking and in early recovery, so it's good i have been eating a lot for a few days now, though my stomach still needs to settle. Thinking a lot about alcohol but not in a positive way. Feel no cravings or wish to drink.
Isn't it sad, we spend all childhood preparing for adult life, and look forward and dream, of what we will become - then our culture introduce alcohol to the young ones, which can potentially take away everything even before we are fully grown up. At least in my country it seemed like everyone binge drank as teens, sure, most managed to control it, but i don't think i really ever knew anyone who didn't, at one point or another, drink to access. Too bad I fell in as soon as i tasted alchohol and gave away all my adult life to the bottle.
Feels like i am on day 3 of my life, really. Didn't feel like i lived before, i just drank.