It was a harsh, painful moment where I had a choice to make. I could wallow and feel sorry for myself, or celebrate what I have accomplished and fight for the finish line. (That's the PG version. My version was: Fuck this bullshit.)
I realized there is such a psychology behind drinking, at least there has been for me. And I told myself, it's all a big fat lie. I have not wanted to completely give up alcohol, because I always see the romance of alcohol. In my mind's eye I see the pretty cocktails, the parties and the lovely dresses. I don't want to give that up! But that's a big fat fucking lie! It's not a pretty cocktail, it's a swig from a bottle. It's not a lovely dress, it's a bathrobe wrapped around a waist grown thick from too much alcohol. All the pretty dresses are packed away. I watch these shows on TV now or commercials and I just say in my mind "lie, lie lie."
I read something in another post, I think it was a response to Rednose just coming back, the person said (I paraphrase) that you may have to accept that you can never drink again. I've NEVER been okay with that until a few days ago. A few days ago I became fed up with my muffin top, my dry skin, my operating at 60%, and most of all, my dependence on someone who is not good for me.
I'm hoping this journal thing will help me. I'm a writer, and it's been on my mind to start journaling again Not having to do it by hand helps because my hand could use the break.:love:
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