On day 53. For the most part, I’m doing okay. I feel a sense of freedom from being stuck in the cycle of being drunk and then the anxious withdrawal until the next drink.
But some nights the depression hits hard, and I feel like prey caught in a lion’s jaw. Nowhere to go, like I’m going to be eaten alive.
I’ll be fine, just needed to share. I know I need to confront these feelings and not run from them as I have been. Still going to bed sober tonight and waking up to brand new day tomorrow.