I figure I’m about 90% recovered from my binge. An urgent sense of ambition is palpable just underneath a thin veil of apathy.
I had no real urges to speak of today except that on the way home, it crossed my mind that I may or may not make it to the Island before 9 pm [when my closest and most beloved liquor store closes]. The thought was not accompanied by anything that required deliberate resolve. It was just kind of there, which may or may not make it more dangerous.
I have my first appointment with my therapist tomorrow. I am looking forward to meeting her and moving forward.
