I was in my messy kitchen this morning, and thinking about how often ive been in it drunk or high, or thinking and planning on how to get it.
Today i was just sad about my kitchen but it was a freeing thought that im not spending mental energy planning excuses to sit and “calm down” and get high. I can just be.
Meaningful also that i got sober here at my house.
This is a newer mug, cheap thrift store find, quickly becoming a favorite. Makes me happy.
Someone made me this mug last year for my 40th birthday, all may favourite books from over my lifetime (the two magazines were actually representative of my Masters research). I smile every time I have my tea in it
Learning things about myself everyday… some are harder to learn and make me want to give up… but I am still going. I am still here…and I refuse to go back to who I was. I’m realizing how quick I was to run to the store when a past trigger popped up. Or when I was going through something really traumatic… I would drink myself into either forgetting what I was feeling or until I was a complete mess… I deserve better than that. These past days have been a little rough but I have made it through with some amazing people that have been there for me. Choosing to be sober to me is saying I will not drown out my feelings… I will fight for my peace of mind because I deserve to heal…