Day 12. I've stopped drinking, that's it. No struggles because it's not an option. The door isn't slightly ajar. It's closed forever. I've had enough. No debates because there's no point. It's over. Maybe that's why I'm finding it easy; because of it not being a possibility there's no bargaining going on.
There needn't be a struggle. Just make it an inviolable rule. No more. Because once you go into those debates you're finished. A tiny bit of doubt, a little crack in the dam, it's going to be over.
Drinking's crap It's not living is it? I feel differently this time. I'm not seeing it as if I'm sacrificing some pleasurable thing.
Normally I'd say, I hope I can keep this going. But there's no hope at all. It's completely up to me.
I don't know what I want to do, but it's not this.
Best wishes all. Hope you can get past this.