Wow, I’m feeling absolutely miserable today. It’s probably my fault for talking about pink clouds in an earlier post. I thought I was bowling along just fine, but today – WHAM, I feel in a bad place. Is this normal? Is this to be expected? 11 days in? I took the dog for a walk just now, around 5.30pm, and in the past few days that has worked a treat. But no, I’m back at home and staring into a metaphorical bottle of gin. Don’t worry, I haven’t drunk any, but it feels temptingly close by.
Am I destined always to wish I were somewhere else? I mean, am I always going to be regretting? Regretting not drinking, regretting drinking, just plain old regretting?
I was looking at some sober blogs yesterday, and got suddenly frightened when I saw that one or two had been deleted. Is that what happens? Do people delete their blogs when they’ve had enough, or is it a good sign, a sign that they are living a happy, sober life and don’t need their blogs anymore?
I have asked eight questions in this post. Here’s a ninth: what am I doing?