I was doing so good for two weeks… and then I wasn’t. Just like that in a flip of a switch I am back where I started. How does our brain get so trained into thinking we need this substance on a day to day basis. I woke up hating myself after drinking a bottle (and by bottle I mean more like a bottle and half) of wine last night. Somehow I always convince myself, “well you have no days under your belt, or only two days under your belt, so why bother”. And back to the bottle I go.
Im sick. I’m tired. Im fed up. I hate feeling this way. Day 1. St Patricks day. How poetic. Today needs to be it. The first day. I must be done.