Here I sit, feeling pretty darm positive...second day working on AF...posting away la dee dee...happy days when BAM!
Anxiety...can't quite draw a deep breath....glancing at the clock thinking it wouldn't be TOO disgusting to drink now, it IS after 12pm after all.
And so the internal battle begins...you know the one...the justification...I don't really NEED a beer, I just WANT a beer, and so this some how makes it ok...not quite so...alchie like...the lies I tell myself that have formed decades of drinking patterns and behaviour.
Oh goodie, now I have moved on to feeling weepy, and sorry for myself. CRAP
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