A walk. A cigar. A movie.
That’s how I survived last night. It was touch and go for a while. I thought I might cave. I was bored. I was irritable. I was looking for an excuse to drink. Any excuse. “It’s been long enough.” “I can start again tomorrow.” “Just one night – you’ve earned it.” “You don’t need to do this. It was never that bad.”
But it was the thought of losing that kept me sober. I’m tired of losing.
Today is day 34 of my sobriety.