I got sober. Life got big.
A prefatory note: This post is not about my sobriety, though it was written in sobriety. I've been sober for almost eight years now, and I don't have brand-new things to say about it as often as I used to. And yet, it informs every bit of who I am and the decisions I make.…
"Physical pain?" my shrink says. "None," I answer. "Fatigue?" "A little." It's a standard inventory that she goes through every week, with all her patients, not just me. (Well, I don't think it's just me. Oh my god. Do you think it's just me?) A list of life elements to which I answer lots, some, a little, or none. Depression, anxiety,…
It's Day 20 and boy oh boy, am I feeling sorry for myself. The level of self-pity is impressive, really. The thing is, it's not exactly because I want to drink. I kind of don't want to drink. It's because I want something else to fill that space and I haven't figured out what it…
Continue reading ➞ Day 20: On My Impressive Capacity for Self-Pity
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