Day 12
Isn’t it incredible how long life feels without it? Sometimes in a beautiful way and sometimes in a dread way, the mood swings kickin, but I remind myself constant high times were also dread filled and less navigable.
I’m relishing in having this sub on what is my 50th or so “real” attempt at quitting. I was in Europe for 9 of these days not working and eating great food, so I’m trying to stay in the sub and stay vigilant now that I’m back in America with shittier food that’s more expensive and will be starting my demanding job again shortly.
I also got engaged while overseas, something i am proud of doing sober and really intentionally wanted to stop for. Real life is going to hit more post vacation and when it gets tough i need to be grateful for this clarity and renewed sense of self amidst the tough parts of withdrawal.
Thank you to this sub, and plz feel free to share your success stories of quitting alongside important life trips or decisions, these kinds of stories are helping me push thru since being ourselves WITHOUT this crap helps make living with intention possible and not giving in to giving up