. . . you know the next few words: MAYBE I'LL HAVE A DRINK, or so I thought to myself, a few hours ago. IF, and only if things get progressively better and there's like remarkably objective and true advancement, will I, one infinitely far day into the future, have a drink. And before I could even complete the thought, my body slid into the negative space and said: Allow yourself one whole night of drinking.
And we all know the history that's being recreated with those thoughts, now, don't we?
I'm almost at my year mark now and I'm facing the same thoughts: I can already feel the lies seeping in. On the one hand, I want to finish off my year of sobriety and go ahead approach alcohol maturely and responsibly. But something tells me that it wouldn't be long before I was drinking every night again.
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