Keep it up, New Me.
I find that there is nothing as horrible waking up after a night of boozing. The self loathing becomes almost physical in its intensity. Its as though every kind act, every couragous step, every moment of victory disappears. All that is left is guilt, guilt and more guilt.
I struggle to recognise that I am not the enemy, my addiction is.
We all struggle to confront the same demon. As long as we can hold onto the reality that this is our resposibility, our battle to fight.... and not make excuses... then, I do believe that there is hope.
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