The relapse cycle.
Relapsed in July from the stress of getting our rental ready to sell
Sold it now out of debt. Good. I attend smart recovery and now in relapse prevention, but now sitting by a lake sucking down my favorite white wine. This has been a tough week. We took my brothers ashes up into the mountains to release on Wednesday. He committed suicide last year. This followed the suicide of my sister and niece. When we got back to my sisters house her and her husband sat and enjoyed a cold beer and then my sister and my husband smoked some pot. I am sitting there watching this struggling with relapse and do when I got home I did. Sipped wine all afternoon. Next morning my husband ran me over the coals because I drank. Nobody put the glass to my lips but me. I took the first drink. Is there really any hope?