Three Month Sober. A Milestone Still feels surreal, this morning I was taken back by… well, I had so many cravings and triggers this entire journey, all the time, for so many days. Especially social gathering always cost me anxiety, anger and sadness. So, basically, I just will-powered it to occasionally say No, until it started to feel a little easier. I’m looking a bit more bright-eyed and sharper around my cheek bones. Been hitting the gym lately. Admiring more things about myself. A new revelation. Looking in the mirror with curiosity. But the first few weeks been hellish, the feeling that you loosing a limb, or a part of your soul, like a closest, one and only friend. In practice though, business is usual, even got time on my hands to fill, yet struggle to populate anything productive or income-driving. Which is a useful shift, but needs work. Still trying to sort out, what was I overcoming by heavily drinking, other then numbing myself. I’m such an emotional mess, always was, but having to carry one less dark secret about my own addiction feels like a breath of fresh air. An observation I keep clinging to.