Dreamed about drinking last night. First time. It was a small water glass. Diameter of an oreo. Not tall. Three quarters full of Pinot Grigo. Which isn’t even my favorite.
It’s funny how something I used to guzzle constantly, something I missed when not doing, is scary. Maybe I should have said I had a drinking nightmare. I feel like the little kid who needs to write 100 times: I will not drink today.
Or. Maybe I need to get out of my own damn head and think about other stuff. I think that’s what worked at the beginning – just keep saying No and think about why and how long later.