I’ve been self medicating with booze and drugs since I was 14 years old. I’m in my forties now and I don’t want to die not having lived as a much better version of myself. I began writing here May 2018 in desperate hope I’d document my first year living clean and sober which I did, but I’ve also become a repeat-relapse-offender. Here are my written wanderings, struggles and reflections, my journey to wellness...
Thursday, April 4, 2019
Sweet Six
Six days sober! Six sweet days. I feel great. In The Sober Diaries, Clare writes about the pink cloud or the honeymoon phase. I'm there. But I've been here before so before the cravings hit, while I'm feeling sweet, I'm cramming in as much work as I can. By work I mean actively working at keeping sober and enjoying it. I'm not moping, I'm not depressed, I'm up, I'm perhaps a little manic. I'm very busy. I thought of myself as a bee today, buzzing around collecting and storing precious pollen away to keep my coming days sweet.
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