Day 36- Emotional Rollercoaster Ride. Okay- I am still here, and have very few cravings. My moods, though, and my energy level are all over the map. I felt well physically, on track, able to concentrate and just enjoy sitting in the sunshine reading. I went to bed feeling grateful for feeling good. I realized today that late August and September are my favorite times of the ye.

Because I have better things to do. I wanted to stop waking every morning full of self-loathing. I wanted to feel good enough, clear enough to make rational decisions. To walk my dogs, make new friends, build a real life. It seemed like a short and do-able list. Reading it reminded me of my desperate desire for sobriety and the d.

DO NOT GIVE IN! IT IS NOT WORTH IT! Remember how shitty you feel the morning after you drink. I want to keep going.

From wine goggles to recovery speed wobbles. Sober Identity Reprogramming an Addictive Mind.

Sober in Shanghai, Sober in LA. Not one drop of alcohol. And, that means just 65 days to Christmas. So best be getting started on any planned gift-buying. Still the passage of time. My understanding of addiction grows, I think, a little bit here and there, but that may be illusion. Cunning, baffling, powerful. I utterly concede defeat, oh mighty dark lord.