So today is Day Eight. Haven’t had a full week of sobriety in many, many moons. And I’m feeling pretty good.
Yesterday was a tough and beyond frustrating day at work. At one point I was so fed up I got my first real, HARD craving for booze. I just wanted to trot down the street, stop by a 7-Eleven and ruin the last seven days. Instead I excused myself, went into a stall in the bathroom and played Two Dots on my phone for a few minutes to just Calm.The.Fuck.Down. And yay, it worked. Gross to take my phone into the bathroom, but whatev. I often hear ladies talk ON their phones while in stalls. Sorry, but ew.
Anyway. Last night while journaling before bed I started wondering if my little pink cloud was already fading. This morning after I popped out of bed full of energy and NOT hungover, I was happy to realize the cloud is still there.
Overall, my moods have been wonderfully stable (I suppose the Lamictal can finally now do its job), and yeah, I’m feeling pretty good. I’m even feeling less anxious about next week’s trip. Just knowing I won’t have to hide vodka in a water bottle or be all secret/shady, or forget what I’ve said the night prior, etc. etc. etc. Sounds like after years I’ll be on vacation and actually be able to ENJOY the vacation. Wow, what a mind-blowing concept. ❤