I was just writing a PM and making the point that, for me now, the QUITTING is over.
I never crave a drink physically or mentally and that was the point really.
I now KNOW there will never be a 'slip' ( where DID that expression come from? :H) because you CAN'T 'slip' when you don't crave alcohol and you DEFINITELY can't 'slip' when you are SOBER and don't crave alcohol !
Hell it would be easier now to have sex accidentally than drink! :H
So a moment of grief occurred and WF, I realise the drinking dream, which involved me trying to sneak 2 bottles of vodka past my kids whilst all the fear and panic consumed me, was my subconscious reminding me of the misery that drinking was.
It wasn't desire, it was fear of EVER going back there.
Grief is fine, it is the precursor of acceptance.
'twas short and sweet and didn't even warrant a tear.
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