people are cool about it. it's less of a big deal as it first was. i do miss drinking occasionally. one friday was rough and i was seriously considering hitting the store for wine on the way home. i acknowledged that i hadn't slept enough the night before and i was probably dehydrated.
so i called a friend. well. texted a friend. i messaged and texted other friends. thought about going to my sister's house, usually a haven for me, but i knew booze was even more accessible there.
so i went home and met my friend and hung out. i felt silly asking, or, accepting help. it wasn't as big of a deal once he was there. but i don't know how it would have gone if he wasn't there.
i passed 90 days! it was a sunday, i think. i meant to take a picture of my bracelet that has been there through all of this...but i haven't been wearing the bracelet. what was once a talisman, a reminder, a mantra "you do not need it", a thread i clung to...is something that i think is in my purse. or on my dresser.
today is 98 days.
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