Home after my first day at work, and I feel completely and utterly overwhelmed and exhausted. It’s a long time since I’ve worked, and I feel out of touch and behind the times. And I have a different life now, coming home to a family and three children, so I can’t devote so much time to it. I’m panicking a little.
I got through last night’s awful craving: THANK YOU for your helpful, supportive comments. I clung to the blog, and went to bed with a pounding headache and a troubled mind, but woke grateful that I was on Day 6.
Now, as I near the evening, I’m just so tired and out of kilter, a drink seems far from my mind. Part of me wishes I’d never agreed to the job, but I also know it is good for me to think about something other than drinking, and to push myself more.
But my heart is heavy, for some reason.