Have had a reasonably okay ride. 2.5 months since a single planned experimental night of relapse (2 months before that, so about 4.5 months in).
This last week I am craving to f**k. Just feeling a sense of overwhelming futility, as I know by my personality and history that the only way I'm ever going to manage this is to "want to live a sober life" and be excited about it. Up until a couple of weeks ago I have been just that. Since, it's all just creeping back in.
Gaaaaaah