Its amazing how much less stress I have being able to pay the bills. I’m grateful for the successful Halibut trip,
I want to be able to just sail off into the sunset of everything is fine again. I feel like I need to talk about some things.
I had some really intense cravings through this melt down. I had a really hard time shaking them. I kept finding myself romancing the idea of a drink, knowing it the first one that i need to avoid. I imagined an elaborate, magical occasion. I wont get any more descriptive. It triggers me, and I don’t want to trigger anyone else.
I’ve also had destructive drinking fantasies. Usually, I don’t mind those as much because they are easier to shoot down. I haven’t wanted to shoot them down.
I’ve gotten pretty good at redirecting my thinking. Its been different lately. I have allowed my thoughts to go much darker.
I have very vivid flashbacks of when I lost everything sober. I think that’s a huge part of my funk. Fear of the past repeating itself. I have worked really hard all my life and I have very little to show for it. I have been working really hard. everything I have is close but not quite there yet. It all needs money to grease the wheel. Money got unexpectedly difficult to make again. That triggers flashbacks.
Then it triggers fuck everything! What’s the point? Lets burn it all down thoughts.
I’m getting older. That alone trips me out. I know I’m lucky to have made it this far. Live Fast Die Young was my Mantra in my youth. It feels like my mortality is staring me in the face. Its awkward. I’ve always felt invincible.
I got a good shot of dopamine on the halibut trip. We two manned it and I felt invincible when we finished. I’m still riding that natural high. I have been baiting for the next halibut trip and will be until we set sail on the 7th. Its a stupid amount of work, but I’m grateful for it.
Being back on track and able to grease the financial wheel of life gives me some relief. My thoughts are more positive, and a drink feels further away. I’m going to play it safe and stay away from people on the 4th. My Po-dunk drinking town goes all out.
I listened to the presidential debate while I was working. That got me worked up. How do we always get stuck with the two worst possible choices? People argue over these guys? Its already happening in my po-dunk coastal town.
I need to remind myself that I got sober during a global pandemic and all that chaos.
I stress over global issues that I have absolutely zero control over. That’s been a huge part of my funk.