1 yr. clean. Devil's still after me. Tough day today. PAWS is melting. Brain fog cycles are more varied. Recovery accelerated last 2 months.
2hrs. of undisturbed creative writing in a coffee shop. Outlined an 8 chapter arch for my main character. If I can do that, PAWS is healing.
My thoughts used to flutter like the wings of a hummingbird. Now, they're slow, stalky, and lose their way. But I'm becoming human again...
: When your birthday comes around, someone should sing "Happy Birthday to You". Trust me that person should not be me - so, I'll just say, "Happy Birthday" instead. --> L
I relapsed. This time not just MO, but the dreaded PMO, and twice in a row. I am thankful for God's grace. I am weak but he is strong.
Thank you. I won't give up! NO matter how bad it gets. As Andy Dufresne says in the Shawshank Redemption "Hope's a good thing, Red, and no good thing ever dies." I have hope still. I'm feeling the effects of my decision, but I have hope still.
Beginning the day late, feeling lazy towards everything, a complete slug brain; going to try exercise, going to actively carve out my day!
