I can feel the old urge approaching with the end of the work week.
"You need a break. You need to relax, to forget. You deserve the sweet relief that drinking can give you."
The truth is, I deserve better. I deserve to be clear-headed and healthy. I deserve true relaxation, not the false chemical relaxation that alcohol induces.
There's so much I have left to do. Alcohol is hindering all of this.
Please God, don't let me give in to the self-destruction.
How about an evening spent reading on the couch, covered by a cozy blanket as the fan blows a gentle breeze? Maybe with some popcorn to nibble on. That used to be one of my favorite things to do before that demon came into my life. I miss those days.
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