Today was a good day.
I didn’t learn much in class today other than “bath salts” and “krokodil” are bad for you. No fucking shit, I’m an alcoholic not an idiot!
The counselor in IOP therapy told me that he thinks I could be a really good sponsor someday. This made me smile. The thought of one day being healthy enough to help someone else through recovery has never occurred to me.
I enjoy feeling hopeful.
I understand and I am not passing judgement. I just want a place I can feel comfortable.
4am and I’m wide awake and exhausted. I seem to wake every thirty minutes. My body tossing and turning, tossing and turning and my mind doing the same. They won’t let me drink, they won’t let me take my anxiety meds. I think I might be going mad.