I was dreaming, then I wasn’t

I hate having drinking dreams. Had another one last night. Felt so real. It was about me justifying breaking my streak. I'm not even sure if I actually drank in the dream or if it was about me thinking of breaking my streak. Either way I felt disappointed, like it didn't make sense. Was glad … Continue reading I was dreaming, then I wasn’t

One Hundred Days

Less than two hours from now, I will reach the one hundred days mark of being alcohol free. I'm really, really tired tonight, so I don't particularly feel like celebrating, per se, but I am happy about it. I have no doubt about hitting it. And, I know that I am going to keep counting. … Continue reading One Hundred Days