Squig

So here I am laying bed reading through posts of SR. It's 230 a.m. I'm wide awake and restless. I know from experience that some of the anxiety is part of the initial detox. I keep getting whiffs of booze, and I realize that it has soaked into my sheets, presumably from night sweats. I tell myself this is the price I pay for a four day whiskey bender. I tend not to wish ill will on anyone, but I wouldn't wish this disease on anybody. I know it gets better with time. If I could go back and change anything, it would be to talk some sense into my adolescent self and head the beast off at the pass. But I didn't go out for another bottle yesterday, and that's one small small victory. Right now the thought of drinking any thing besides the water I've been nursing all day literally makes me nauseous. Here's hoping and praying this is the last time I do this to myself!

Dee74

Hoping and praying is great - but I really believe we can do more than that

We get out of our recovery what we put into it, so give it all you have. Leave no stone unturned.

You never have to drink again if you don't want to

D

Soberwolf

D speaks the truth

FreeOwl

Yes. This.

May you find in this despair the strength to make changes in your life to support a choice to live sober