Solitary

Sunday night, delaying the alarm and reflecting. 14 weeks clean, which means that 15 weeks ago now I was probably well into my evening "cope" and utterly lost.

I remember an old Al-anon commercial with an overwrought, ham-handed mom saying, "drinking made me lonely. Lonely, lonely, lonely!" I used to laugh at the pitiful off-off-off-Broadway performance (and I still do, of course) but I don't laugh at the message anymore. It is so true. And at the same time, your judgement and perspective are shot. Great combination there...

I feel like I'm emerging. But there's a hell of a lot to emerge from.