One Sober Morning
Yesterday was my first day sober in months . Believe it or not- I didn't fight some seemingly-impossible internal battle with my demons last night to not crack open a drink. Firstly, there wasn't anything in my refrigerator besides M's horrifically sugary "hard lemonade"-which I didn't bat an eyelid at oddly enough. I ate dinner, took melatonin, then snuggled in our bed after re-arranging our bedroom a bit. It also probably helped that our bedroom is actually turning into a room I enjoy and thus doesn't cause anxiety (in other words, a strong urge to guzzle booze). I've been little by little working at our bedroom in order for it to become more aesthetically pleasing and cozy- it's such a small space so I've been trying to create the "illusion" of more space. It is a task, only truly a task that would be made more possible if we demolished the entire back end of our house and hired a construction crew...