Anyway, like I've said, I've gone for much longer stretches than two days before but I don't think I really committed...it was more like, 'Let's see how this goes.' This time feels different...I hope that's a good sign. It feels terrifying, and harder. I have a job that is often stressful and very deadline-oriented, and I go to school. I had a miserable, 'work straight through lunch and still not get everything done' day. I had to go to class right after that, and I cried all the way there. Got through class, went home, felt okay after my boyfriend let me vent...then I got a phone call from my sister saying they had to put her boyfriend's cat to sleep. I hung up and bawled. Just bawled. I didn't even know the cat that well! Under normal circumstances, this would have been an instant binge night, possibly my excuse to drink after those ten AF days, but I knew I couldn't do that. The crying felt healthier than drinking for sure, but it sucked.
I'm terrified of failing. I think part of why I didn't whole-heartedly commit in the past is that I'm really scared deep down that I can't stop and I won't make it even if I try with everything that I have. Like if I didn't really try I couldn't really fail and I could hang onto the hope that 'one day' when I 'really, really' tried I could do it--which is ridiculous when I look at it rationally. But I'm also scared of succeeding and life still sucking anyway--possibly even more so with all the pain I've been suppressing coming to the surface. You know, 'better the devil you know'. Also ridiculous when looked at rationally. I don't know if I'd made any sense whatsoever, but there you have it. Maybe my posts will be more coherent when I've had some more AF time.
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