Day one without alcohol completed.
Again. How many day ones will there be?
And of course this decision is from another dose of reality where the statement "my drinking is out of control" flashed above me in neon.
Moving into day two, refreshed after a peaceful slumber curled up with a snugglebug who wants to support me in sobriety and who made us milkshakes last night that we enjoyed while sitting on his balcony. Just chatting without getting drunk.
Moving forward without my son - without the family that I wanted. One step then another without numbing. Moving without some people who were once so vital.
Moving with people who want what's good for me overall, and not just what will make me happier RIGHT NOW.
Moving in a positive direction is surprisingly so scary. I resist and resist, over and over, clinging to what is long gone, some of which I no longer even want. But today is day two - another chance to try again.
"It's not enough to stay here almost trying"