This morning, I woke up hungover.
After four months of sobriety starting in October, I relapsed.
When I relapse, I relapse for no good reason. No one died, I didn’t get any bad news, I didn’t have a bad day. I was driving home from work in my car, listening to 90s power pop cranked as loud as it could go. I felt GOOD. Really good, for the first time in a long time. And the thought came into my head, you know what would go great with this? The next thing you know, I was at CVS buying wine. And next thing you know, I’m here, a few weeks later.
