I was thinking that Saturday would be 10 weeks, but it's ELEVEN. YAY for me! Somehow this weekly thing works for me, rather than counting days.
But the point is whatever works, go with it.
There are random moments when I suddenly realize that HEY! I feel pretty good and happy! And I deserve it! There is so much to be grateful for!
As I said before there is nothing that can threaten me that will make me deal with it by drinking. Just not doing that-since it's very clear that it makes everything MUCH worse.
Short story--I have a new friend who I plan to go to dinner with this weekend. She was telling me that her daughter told her about a cool place nearby with music and good food and "you can have a drink and sit outside." I just thought, no YOU can have a drink. Alas, I cannot. And that is not deprivation--that is living right!
I wish the best for everyonbe and thank you for being here-
Ann
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