Category: Journal

2.9.25 The first time someone in rehab reminded me that life outside the walls of our safe place was going on without us I had to stop and think. Everything is all about me, how could it be possible for everyone else to carry on? What a cynical asshole! The cynical asshole is just a… Read more

2.8.25 I finished my blah day yesterday. I did not finish it strong, but I finished it sober. I easily could have poured a few drinks last night to make it more entertaining and numb myself. I easily could have thrown away all of the blood, sweat, and tears it took me to get through… Read more

2.7.25 The last couple of days I have felt pretty blah. I don’t know if the weather is a contributing factor, but several of my friends have said it has been making them feel depressed. Nothing particularly eventful happened at work but I am ready for the week to be over. One. More. Day. I… Read more

2.6.25 Last night was a little rough. I’m not sure why, but my addict mind was hyper-focusing on the past and what I’d lost, so I cried under my new 500-pound blanket. I heard the best advice a few years ago; my feelings are my feelings, and I’m allowed to feel them without any validation… Read more