I left IOP agitated and cranky. I probably didn't need that last cup of coffee, but it was there, and Wellbutrin leaves a bad taste in my mouth, so I drank it anyway.
I still hate it. And sitting there, talking about using drugs and alcohol, is fucking triggering. Listening to people talk about their former lives definitely reinforces the fact that I no longer want to drink, but it also makes me wanna stop at the liquor store on the way home and grab a bottle of wine. Yo, alcoholics are depressing. And I feel out of place.
I am going to take one of those anxiety pills and watch tv and chill the fuck out. 12 step pisses me off. I'm checking out the SMART program this weekend, and some Atheist/Agnostic AA groups, too.
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