I feel like crap, tired, my brain is mush and I'm thirsty as hell. I'm on my 4th glass of water in one hour. Tonight is going to be a big challenge in that vodka would easily erase these crummy feelings.
I did something completely unplanned and unexpected. I called an old college buddy and told him of my decision to go AF. He was a hell raiser and at an early age had to go AF and has been for over 15 years. He was surprised yet understanding. I guess instinctively I knew I needed solid ground to reach out to and he will be my mentor in my journey. I feel a bit selfish for burdening him with my weakness yet at the same time know in my heart he can make a huge difference in my success. I find this new responsibility over my own actions to be strange, almost foreign in that I have to now carefully plan out my activities so to distract my urges to drink. One step at a time...
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