6.18.25
The positive is that I have two Fridays this week. Everyone seems to be in a better mood on Fridays—the energy is lighter, people are friendlier, and everything just feels a bit easier. But the part I don’t like? It’s kind of a tease. Thursday is a federal holiday, but I have to be back to work for my second Friday. So close to a long weekend… but not quite.
Sometimes, especially after a random day off or on Monday mornings, I wonder if anyone else feels as hungover as I used to. It’s strange how quickly I’ve come to take for granted that I’ll never have to feel that way again. I don’t ever want to forget it though—the physical toll that made sobriety a necessity. The headaches, the vertigo, the foggy brain. The cold sweats, the chills, the shaking, vomiting, and the constant, crushing exhaustion. That awful list of symptoms goes on and on. Remembering it keeps me grounded in why I made the choice to get sober.
Yesterday, my roommate read my blog and surprised me with the cutest garden decoration. It’s a little metal silhouette of a girl running with a net, chasing a butterfly.
Since it’s my “un-Friday,” I decided to get a little crazy and go to an 8 p.m. meeting. I like switching up the routine and seeing new faces, even if it’s just once in a while. And yet, even there, I felt that familiar sense of belonging. That grounding comfort of recognizing a few people—even at a meeting I don’t normally attend. It’s a small but powerful reminder of how many people struggle with this disease… and how much support we truly have in each other.
Fuck addiction.
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