One week down

Like it says above, I am one week sober. I’m so happy. I even went out to get something to eat the other night. I went to a place I would usually drink, in a setting where it would be encouraged. My social anxiety would fuel the craving and I’d be 3 or 4 deep in the blink of an eye. I’m so happy I was able to not give in.

It’s Friday, usually a day my friends would meet at the bar. No one could go, so that made life easier. I know how this bitch, addiction works. It will lull me into a false sense of security, make me think I got it beat for weeks or months, then, as it gets nice, it will sneak up. One wont kill you, everyone’s having one. I gotta make sure I steel myself and get ready for it. For now though, I’m sober. One day at a time.