Last week was THE week - the week to give it my all and I had a pretty good week - upped my dose of Topamax, started working out with a personal trainer who basically kicked my ass. All was looking good. I was hopeful. But how do you handle these weekends??? I had some things planned but as I've posted before, I live alone, and no matter what I've planned, I still end up at some point, home and alone. Friday night I made it home without stopping anywhere but then went through the maddening cycle of getting up, putting my shoes on, picking up my keys, walking outside, arguing with myself, turning around, going back inside, taking my shoes off, putting down my keys only to start the cycle again. This lasted about 20 minutes until I ended up on the couch, in tears, because this is just too hard. I didn't drink but only barely. Does this get easier?? Does anyone else feel like they're going crazy sometimes? I've always felt that I was a rather sane, stable, mentally-tough individual. But the voice that tries to convince me to drink - that's a LOUD and obnoxious voice. Why can't it just go away? How do you ignore it?? Any thoughts??
Marcia
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