Waking up still buzzed and then cracking a beer to avoid the hangover. Just ordered a hamburger the size of my head. Tomorrow is a future me problem.
A fauxhippiedudebro like Nug is who I wanted to be when I grew up, but 30 years of crippling anxiety got in the way.
Well thankfully I didn't say that because I don't know if I can handle being a liar on top of this pain
I relapsed big time yesterday because it was the 5th anniversary of my mom's death. Beam, coke and mushrooms. I honestly feel like killing myself, so much I had to call my rehab counselor an hour ago.
I'm glad you reached out to a trusted voice in a time of need. Sorry you are having a rough time this morning. This, too, shall pass.
You did the right thing by calling. And furthermore, you recognizing it is even more important. Keep your head up and stay strong.
Don’t beat yourself up. Shit happens. The only thing that really matters is what we do right now, not what happened yesterday. Looks like you’re on the right path.
Thanks guys, I feel much better now. We met around 2 for lunch after I sobered up and ended up staying at this Mexican joint for around an hour talking. She, my counselor, is awesome and definitely not bad on the eyes, haha.