22.75 days since my final relapse.
Since i have been home, I have been hiding out painting. Its been good. I feel safe. No alcohol here.
I have been procrastinating getting back to work. I have been allowing myself quality time to learn to paint. I know that when i start working my time will be limited.
Since i slipped, i dont want to be around alcohol or people drinking. So I’ve been a recluse. I browse the forum every few hours. I listen to recovery based stuff on YouTube and research subjects that im inspired to paint.
I think alot while I paint. I reflect on the past. Mostly about sobriety before i made that awful decision to try and drink like a gentleman again.
It was good. I regret taking it for granted. When i started drinking again, my mind made sobriety into a curse that I never wanted to put myself through again.
But here I am… i want it!
I’ve been dreading the holidays. I always do. Ive been doing pretty good at just pretending its another day until its here and now that its here, I’m feeling all those feelings that I’d rather not feel.
That hollow void I feel is missing my kids. There is no short term fix for that.
Friday, its back to work. Im dreading that because fishing has so many drinkers, and I have to navigate through it.
Every profession im good at has an abundance of drinkers.
In order to see my kids, i have created some opportunities to fix it. Im a highly skilled carpenter and slc has alot of work. So i have work and can stay there while I jump through whatever hoops I have to jump through to establish my relationship with my kids again.
I find this both exciting and terrifying!
What if they reject me? What if this what if that? Bleh… im trying to hang onto what if its magical and you no longer have to suffer because you miss them so much?
Maybe next holiday season will be good because they will be able to share it with me…
My slip rattled my self confidence. Maybe thats a good thing. Humble is good.