Here's my post from the nest:
Good morning,
So last night I had a really bad hour or so that I struggled with the thought of wanting to get trashed. Having that kind of thought just reinforces the truth: we are not normal drinkers. For whatever reason, my mood, that time of month, what I ate, the day's events, it came hard. I texted a few people to tell them, needed the support. and butt dialed someone and glad that accident happened because I got to talk about my frustration . I was also glad that I had to be somewhere, although back in the day, I would have not gone and done my parent duty. It was a good distraction. Afterwards, a bunch of parents went to a restaurant to hang out and do the eating and having a few drinks. I opted out, came home and watched a few taped programs. I had gone other times, but last night just wasn't feeling like it was a good idea. Today, i am still a bit moody, but not hungover, not feeling any regrets, guilt, or remorse. I'm grateful for drinking my coffee, talking with husband about grocery store items and just glad I got thru a crappy feeling last night . Taking that drink is not worth the stuff that comes with it. We know one drink will be a thousand, and that means anxiety, depression, and everything looking ugly.
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