On the struggle bus today. Really trying to talk myself out of pretending to go to a meeting and hitting the bar instead. I have 46 days and it doesn't seem to be getting easier. I feel lonely, and to be honest, hopeless.
In replace if my drink and pills I've picked up lovely habits like anorexia (limiting food to very scary low calories) and cutting to relieve stress (never a thing before).
Need some ideas for quieting the self pitying wine witch. Any ideas are welcome.
