Day 3. I had some passport photos taken today. Yuck, I look like a convict, and with such large bags under my eyes I could be 404, not 44. It made me realise quite how badly I’ve been treating myself lately, drinking so much, and so carelessly. I’ve noticed before that when I do stop drinking – although it needs to be for longer than a few days – those bags diminish.
So, in a mission to start tackling those heavy eyes, and in an attempt to quell the slight panic I’m feeling on a Friday night, I am trying to focus on the whole self-care thing that people talk about in sobriety. I’ve always slightly scoffed at the notion of self-care because I think it can sound self-indulgent; but I now see how important it is. I need to heal, and I need to be not horrified by my passport picture. The convict look is definitely not the way forward.
Elderflower bubbly, bath, candles, maybe a film later… And a firm resolution not to waver this time round.