Day 0 almost done. Ashamed and afraid of what and who I am becoming; that is, irritable, defensive, joy-less, hyper-critical etc etc when was once so laid back, smiley and happy.
Be good to 'just be' once again and to be able to watch paint dry and have comfort in own skin. Instead, it's the old wallowing in a self-pity party with poor-me, poor-me, pour-me thingy stage.
Wine helps relieve the pity-pot scenario. Blacked out last night. Vicious cycle.
Day 1 tomorrow. Hope to check in to say I could do day 1.