Having a Gosh Dang Blast I self censored for SR)
Having a Gosh Dang Blast I self censored for SR)
Running all over town this weekend, doing this that and the other. Just bought a new laptop and setting it up, putting on virus protection, adding favorites, etc. etc. Just keeping really busy and I thought back to a month ago when I would have had to take back streets and wouldn'yt have figured out how to install my computer and then realized I wouldn't have taken back roads or bought a computer because I'd just be lying in bed drinking my big plastic bottle of Popov vodfka numb to life and living. I want to hold tight th/o that before and after image, I've used up my 9 recovery lives. Tomorrow I start aftercare, right now I feel like the most fortunate guy on this planet.
fitz,
What a great, positive post! Your experience of how you feel today vs a month ago just exemplifies how great sobriety is and how bad alcoholic drinking is. It is amazing how things improve. I am glad for ya!
What a great, positive post! Your experience of how you feel today vs a month ago just exemplifies how great sobriety is and how bad alcoholic drinking is. It is amazing how things improve. I am glad for ya!
Sober I still make a shoot load of typos, guess I'll start proofing, go figure? Might mention I put SR second on my favorites list, right under my online banking. Can't function without fianances in order and really need and want SR and all my friends here as an important part of my recovery package.So thank you SR and thank you all for being a an essential part of my recovery.
I am much more upbeat. I was heading for a fall and I ignored the the signs and tumbled right off the cliff into the bottle asnd all the concurrent crap-- depression, anxiety, PTSD, social isolation, sleep disorder, yadda, yadda, yadda. Funny how after 22 daze inpatient getting my head and heart reattached the mental/emotional issues start to seen tolerable and even managible. I went back on some meds (non-narcotic) and I am really sleeping for the first time in years and the night terrors are gone and depression is behaving itself. I have a long long way to go but I want to go as long long way. Some in-patients were whinning and bitc*ing about treatment, I felt the 2nd chance was a gift that I unwrapped and certainly wasn't going to return it. I stayed there as long as I could and gave it 100% until they said you got little wings now get out of this gull darn nest and fly. So I'm fluttering around.
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