this morning #1540.
this morning, when i awoke, my anxiety had ebbed a little bit. i guess i’ll accept that my neighbor’s not coming back to kill me. i’d helped out that journalist. made up for my mistake. it felt good. my body? not so much. it ached from the inside. i guess that’s to be expected given all the drinking i’ve been doing. today though, i’m going to try travelling down a different path. told myself that i’d stay sober for as long as possible. at least for a day. when the craving first came, i got up & went for a walk. walked past the burned remains next door. through downtown. wandered all the way to the lake. spent the first half of my day there, safely hidden away from the strange new reality that’s taken shape for me over these last weeks.