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Today I am sober 23 days. Nobody likes you when you’re 23. I don’t like myself right now. The honeymoon phase of my new sobriety is fading. I am no longer excited everyday with new reasons to be sober. I have found myself contemplating drinking in times when no one would find out. I was never as bad as that person sitting in group. STOP. I have a case of the not me’s. This is a post on self-awareness and fear. I may not be as far gone as some alcoholics or had the life experiences that forced me into survival mode at a young age but I need to stop. Look back at myself and realize that that’s not me is not an acceptable answer. I am my own type of alcoholic. I cannot hide behind the idea that I was not that bad. I was bad. I cannot hide behind the idea that my life was never that bad. It was bad in its own way. I am scared for the life that follows here. I am in the outpatient program for a limited time. I have to take what I can from this and make it last the rest of my life. That is terrifying. Think back to a time you had in school or a camp where you learned something. Now remember everything you can and live the rest of your life off of it. It sound’s ridiculous but that’s what I am doing. I haven’t started attending meetings and I know that I need to because it’s a way to hold myself accountable. I’ve never been able to hold myself accountable but a tool is right in front of me that is tried and works for millions. Why? I don’t have an answer for that. I could give you excuses about why I dislike A.A. but I can also tell you why I dislike the color blue. At the end of the day I am just in denial. Denial is my friend and like alcohol it has gotten me nowhere. I keep making the excuse that I am going to go to the Refuge Recovery meeting at the Temple but in reality I have to see that for now in this moment saying that I am going to that meeting and never making it is not going to a meeting. I need to go to a meeting. If I continue on this path now that the honeymoon feeling of helping myself is over, well I know how it ends. Complacency is a cold hearted bitch and I am heading right towards her because I know her just as well as denial and alcohol. I cannot become content with the thought of drinking ever again. I’m not ready for the rest of my life and I have gotten past the number one rule. One day at a time. Panic attack over. Focus on the moment Ben. Wake up tomorrow, kick ass, repeat. Time to check in with myself and start a new day as just that, a new day. One day at a time. Call me out on something, Please.