I’ve made it through my son’s first Xmas and first birthday without breaking down and relapsing. I’m proud of myself, but this is the hardest thing I’ve ever done. Not being able to see him, missing out on all these firsts. He’s all I think about, every day.
At the beginning of the month, my lawyer said it could be up to 8 months until I can get visits. 8 months. 240 days. By now it’s more like 225 days though I guess.
In treatment last week, they talked about different grounding techniques for when you start to get overwhelmed; one of them was counting, which is apparently something I already do.
2-27-9
2 months, 27 days, 9 hours
In 15 hours, it’ll be 89 days since I last held him
I’ve been clean for over half that time, though.
1 month, 22 days - 52 days total. 8 more until I get my 60 day key tag from NA
I’ve been in the day program at an addiction treatment center for 2 weeks. 10 more to go.
I never really liked math much growing up… Makes it kinda funny that this (2 27/88, 225, 1 22/52) running through my head seems to be the only thing keeping me from losing my mind some days
I also find counting the days a big incentive