I found myself really considering going out and getting beer Saturday night. I’m feeling way better, and really different, these days.
I don’t crave alcohol like I used to. I remember what it was like to have the urge to get wasted. Not every day, but it was there. Some combination of boredom and loneliness. I struggled.
These days I don’t struggle. It just would have been nice. It felt like the right thing to do. Grab some beer and play video games.
I’m much more mindful of my emotions. Off my Wellbutrin. Genuinely happy in my new town. I can stop at the buzz with coffee.
Still. I’m afraid to try. 134 days is more than I dreamed of, and I have lots of bad memories that hold me back.