23 days

Twenty-three is my favorite number! Seven more days and I'll have been sober a month. I can't believe it, this is such a big deal.

Today was good. Only a few slight cravings for a cigarette, which I denied myself. Actually, I don't know if it was for a cigarette... it was a vague desire for something more than I have... if that makes sense. Maybe it was for alcohol. I don't know.

I went to lunch with a friend and then she dropped me off to go meet my ex. I gave them their clothes back and got my clothes back and it was nice to see them (my ex partner, not the clothes, though I am happy to have my favorite sweater back). The chemical reaction is still there; I felt a rush of what I can only assume was dopamine. My head was swimming and I didn't get to say what I wanted to say because I forgot I wanted to say it. The whole point of meeting up with them was to talk to them... gah.

My two very, very personal pieces are going to go up on the blog tomorrow. I also am going to check out a new psychiatrist tomorrow.  He's within walking distance, that's a plus.

Anyway. I feel good. And sleepy.