Yesterday my mom did something that violated my trust. It send me down a mind trip of terrible memories and I was so enraged while driving, I hit a curb and popped my new tire. Then I was stuck all day without a vehicle.
My moms bs has always been a serious trigger for me and I just realized that not only did I not revert to my old coping tactic, but the thought of needing a drink never even crossed my mind. That’s how I know I’m moving forward to the next part of my life. Im proud of myself.
