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New plan, new purpose, no more excuses!
New plan, new focus, no more excuses!
Here I go again, with eyes on the prize!
Five days sober and one bad decision puts me back. I go again, upwards and onwards!
Back on the horse again!
Getting back up on the horse. New plan, new motivation!
Another stumble, another bit of motivation to get back up again. Gotta do this for me and my family.
I fall down. I get up again.
Onwards and upwards.
I've lost the battle, but I haven't lost the war. The struggle continues.
Back up on the horse..
Get up, stand up. Don't give up the fight!
Keep in keeping on. Even when all seems lost, rise again and remember: It's not how we fall, it's how we rise again that defines us.
So sorry to read this brother, this is exactly how I feel after a night spent edging - like I'm spent and have wasted the night and also the day...
Ever tried, ever failed. Never mind. Try again. Fail better.
Depressed, guilty and a terrible husband, but determined to succeed.
We don't lose the war because we've lost the battle. We lose the war when we give up fighting.
Another relapse, and I'm still giving out to myself! Know what I have to do, why do I keep fucking up???
Check in Day 1. Back on the horse now after a relapse last night. Will I ever learn?