my left hand snaps your neck...lace
My therapist wants me to journal for ten minutes every night. More if I want I suppose.
I miss drinking. I want to go in the kitchen & take alcohol shots.
I also don't miss drinking. Nooo to. Drinking.
I took far too long of a nap. It was a nice nap though.
Perhaps I will take a nice sloth pill. A new drug I have been prescribed that is meant to assist with panic, anxiety, ptsd, adhd, & sleep! . . . Right?
I miss drinking but I don't want to be particularly social.
I want to sit at my computer and get drunk & listen to music.
I should really think about something else.
Some things are making me sad but I know exactly what those things are. So I'm good. All of the reasons I'm not drinking! I told myself two weeks. Two weeks & then I'm only going back for wine. Vodka on the rarest of occasions. Or anytime Cousin or a trusted assistant agrees to be chained to me for the evening [whos agreeing to that?? Worry not]. The whole evening until I slump over in a pile of soup & pizza. I got away last time. Things took...a turn.
"Oh look you got at letter from the hospital"
"Which one??"
It makes me feel like I've really earned my spot at therapy group. I usually & otherwise feel so undeserving & out of place. [My problems aren't real]. How nice for me.
Drink socializing in the kitchen. I just want to go invisible & make food. :(
Well you know. You know what they tell you at therapy seventy-eight times a say. Be mindful. Be in the moment. Having a panic attack?? Grab your therapy pet & go lie in the grass or on a nice cold bathroom floor. I was greatly amused by that tip.
Alright.