On Wednesday night, I went out for dinner with sales rep from out of town. We usually meet up a few times a year. He enjoys fine dining and wine. I didn't want to disappoint him by not having a wine. So I ended up having 2 small glasses. It was actually beautiful food and wine and very enjoyable. I went home and went to bed.
So the next day, I thought I would have another wine tonight. Just be moderate. So for the next 5 nights, I've had wine every night. More each night. Over the weekend, the dreaded feelings of depression and shame began to return.
I only had a few glasses last night (Sunday). I woke up not at all hungover, but incredibly depressed. This always happens. I hate the feeling so much.
I don't know why I let it happen. It was almost like I had to get it out of my system. It wasn't even like the drinking was out of control. I woke up okay. I've even been running. No hangover. But gradually the depression gets me. Today, I felt so down. I never want to feel
this way again.
So today is a new day 1.
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