Yesterday I felt terrible. I reread my blog from beginning to end, and was saddened by my recent weeks of indecision. Yesterday, I wanted to hide. By the end of the day, I felt very low and ill, snapping at the family, so angry with everyone and everything. It was another Day 2 and I realised that all my stopping and starting with drinking is exhausting me. Drinking at the weekend is tiring in itself, but then the recovery time in the week is becoming harder and harder to do, and here I am now feeling completely washed out.
I am still determined, though it may not seem like that. Today is Day 3 and I am going to keep writing, I’m going to keep trying.