I came close tonight 😭 I feel so sad. The internal struggle is so hard. I seem to have a couple of good days where the craving isn’t so bad and then boom, it hits me. And I start almost talking myself into it. “I won’t drink next weekend if I drink tonight”. Or “I don’t have to drive tomorrow for the first day in ages”.
The good news is, I didn’t cave. Thank goodness. I just kept putting off the decision until it was too late in the evening so the decision was made for me.
I set myself this target of a dry August and I just have to hit it. I have to. I need to. My body needs the break. My mind needs the break. I need a break.
It was lovely to log on this evening and read everyone’s positive updates and that’s the stupid thing. Because I didn’t drink last night I was able to get up and out this morning. Sunday morning! I had a lovely day in the sunshine with the kids. I was present. I was patient. I was happy. I mean really happy. I had this moment when I was watching the kids and I felt… at peace. That’s what I need to cling to. That feeling. I never feel really at peace when I’m hungover.
Sorry for the long post. I guess it isn’t a totally negative story because it has a happy ending. I’m not drinking tonight. I’m really grateful for that.