Day 12

I've not felt like writing for the last five days. The adrenaline from my drunken breakdown two weeks ago, the adrenaline that had me recommit to sobriety and walk 40 kilometers in a few days and bake Quince has worn away and I'm feeling low. Low and tired. It's this feeling of mild depression that has triggered my drinking over and over and kept me stuck. I am learning that it is okay to not feel okay. I am learning to feel the feelings. They are uncomfortable. But I am sober and boy will I thank myself in the days, months and years to come if I stay sober.