I was at an AA meeting this morning and a young guy was all out of sorts from relapsing the night before. I could hear the desperation in his voice and knew exactly how he was feeling. Sunday mornings after a bender are some of the worst moments I have had to endure. Complete hopelessness.
I am glad to be sober this Sunday. Although, for some reason, I always seem to have a low mood on Sundays. I think it stems from childhood and memories of dreading school the next day because my homework wasn't done and my mother being drunk by dinnertime.