72 Hours feeling alright.
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72 Hours feeling alright.
Thanksgiving might be tough. But, I really just want my mind and body back.
I feel like I am through the acute withdrawal phase, so that is a relief.
I am pretty tired most of the time. But I feel I am starting to get a little bit of me back. Part of me is starting to shine through again. It's a relief.
When I got sober the first time, I hadn't gone a day without a drink in almost 5 or 6 years. Most of those years were filled with really, really hard drinking. It took a lot longer to start feeling a bit of me coming to the surface again after that. At least 30-40 days.
This binge was about 1.5 months. It's funny how you can watch yourself slip. It started with a couple drinks here and there and thinking, "It's ok. As long as I am not downing a pint of vodka every night, I am still not where I was." It's a slippery slope from there. My benders in the last half month or so, especially on the weekends, were all so hard I would black out and do reckless things. That is what worries me. I wasn't respecting myself, my loved ones, fiends. Anyone really. The only thing I was respecting was the ritualistic downing of the bottle.
Time to break the habit. Again.
I feel like I am through the acute withdrawal phase, so that is a relief.
I am pretty tired most of the time. But I feel I am starting to get a little bit of me back. Part of me is starting to shine through again. It's a relief.
When I got sober the first time, I hadn't gone a day without a drink in almost 5 or 6 years. Most of those years were filled with really, really hard drinking. It took a lot longer to start feeling a bit of me coming to the surface again after that. At least 30-40 days.
This binge was about 1.5 months. It's funny how you can watch yourself slip. It started with a couple drinks here and there and thinking, "It's ok. As long as I am not downing a pint of vodka every night, I am still not where I was." It's a slippery slope from there. My benders in the last half month or so, especially on the weekends, were all so hard I would black out and do reckless things. That is what worries me. I wasn't respecting myself, my loved ones, fiends. Anyone really. The only thing I was respecting was the ritualistic downing of the bottle.
Time to break the habit. Again.
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