You articulated this really well, I think. I know this feeling you describe. And I know that because alcohol chased it away, so too did it make it worse. And then the bastard is still there when you quit. The only way out is through. I’ve learned to sit with it, if I can, as long as I can, and find its inverse. I focused on gratitude, even though I was resentful about forcing myself to focus on and feel it. Resentment is as sneaky as an alcoholic voice. I think they’re so closely aligned that they are often the same thing.
And then, everyone really does have a bad day. We have to keep going. It gets better.
B