Sorry guys, this is going to be a long one but I need somewhere to get this all out.
I’ve been trying to actively meditate on the things I’ve accomplished in the last 9 months since I stopped drinking. The last few days I have been coming up short.
I’m feeing frustrated with myself, for being 33 and seemingly so far behind financially from where other millennials are in their lives. I own nothing of value. No house, my car was $1,400. I actually am staying at my parent’s house right now because they wanted to help me stay sober for as long as they could.
I did pay off all my debt earlier this year but since then I haven’t stacked up that much money. I mean, it’s more than I’ve ever saved in my life, but my brain won’t let me see it as an accomplishment.
I just accepted a new job that is 1.75 times the salary I make now, and I start next week. I should be excited, but somehow my brain can’t accept that someone would want to pay me that much money to do what I’ve been doing for over a decade now. I’m an expert in my field that constantly feels like an imposter.
I’m not married, no kids, haven’t had a girlfriend since 2012. No idea how to date and obviously inadequate in that arena. Since I stopped drinking I started eating really healthily and working out, I’ve lost over 60lbs in 9 months. I look and feel better than ever. I should be ecstatic, but I’m not.
It’s all hitting me really hard the last couple of days. I’m even finding myself, after typing all of this out, just wanting to delete it right away and not bother. Who needs to read another pathetic alcoholic’s ramblings, right?
I can list out all the good things about myself over and over again but some days all I can see are the ways I fall short, all the time.
At least I got 278 days today.