It is with some relief that I write to you.
I found this site by accident just now when I googled, "Help, I really want a drink." Because today I really did. So I went to an AA meeting at noon, but found that didn't really help. I've "dabbled" in and out of AA through the years and never really connected with the 12-step process. Just me.
But today I really wanted a drink and by my train ride home I was seething with self-pity, disappointment and frustration. This is the first time I've gotten sober for me, and it was going so well. The first week especially, when I felt such exhilaration, freedom, and success! This was really going to work this time. Then the novelty wore off, the new normal settled in, and I began to obsess about a lifetime of not drinking - thoughts exacerbated, I'm sure, by my pending (hard partying) company for the Marathon (I live in Boston); the anxiety of attending the Marathon itself (my niece is running and I have to support her); and the fact that I spent last night celebrating my daughter's 21st birthday with family and friends as the only sober person at the table.
So the desire to drink really snuck up on me today as Thursday night was my husband and my night for a relaxing end-of-week dinner and nice bottle of wine. Instead I had a grilled cheese and tomato soup and went to bed at 8 o'clock. And here I am writing to you at 2:20 in the morning with the hopes of ... what? I really don't know. But the caring and seemingly rationale support on these pages really touched me, and gave me hope. And so here I am. Thanks for listening.
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