I can't believe I'm almost out of here. I'm anxious yet scared to go home. I've been in a very safe little cocoon here. Maybe that means the worm that walked in here will leave as a butterfly? Of course I've come to better understand I wasn't just a drunk before, I was afflicted and ruled by my disease. I now have the strength and tools to live well despite it.
Yesterday was a great day. Following my Sleepy we watched the Seahawks playoff game and someone ordered pizzas for the group. Sleepy, football and pizza-- that's heaven! A few people commented on how it was the first football game in a long time they'd watched sober.
Later on I met with one of the counselors and she went over my last rehab interview. But she didn't stop there. She read through my answers and saw common threads in my issues and really dug deep into me and pulled out some stuff. It was incredible.
I look forward to being the Real Wes all the time, not just while I'm drinking.
Anyway, I'm awaiting Duffy number 5. Let's get it on.
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