Day 34: After the first break point
The newfound love of being alcohol free starts to fade. The body is free - but the mind starts to rebel. How bad can it be with just one? Every night starts to feel like the other with no “happy-button”, to make a dull night fun, that alcohol whispers in my ear it would be. And the massive darkness up in the Nordics this time of year doesn’t help at all.
Between 30-90 the psychological game begins: if being AF for a month was easy - how much of a problem can I really have? Then I remind myself that I didn’t choose this path because my evenings were too fun - but my mornings were too lousy.
I will prevail.

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