Woke up tired. No motivation. Depressed. I guess it’s to be expected.
I got myself going by basically ignoring how I felt. Right foot. Now left. Right. And so on. Ugh. Moving is supposed to change things but it didn’t. Even went to visit 2 elderly women in a nursing home. Nope. Still blah but at least I got out of myself and made myself useful.
Hangin’ in there. Still free of the desire, thanks be to God. That’s miracle enough for me. After 21 yrs of filling my time with wine it’s unrealistic to think things would be any different in just 4 weeks without. I do know that I will feel better eventually.