30 Days and Counting
For some reason,that only my psyche knows for sure, up until yesterday I thought my “date” was July 25th. That’s the date I focused on and counted from for a whole month only to realize by reading something I wrote after coming home that my “date” was actually July 31st. I guess once I cared enough to think back and start counting I just traded one Friday for another. So, today, August 29th, is actually my 30 days.
In the long run it’s a little thing but for some reason that date change threw me off. I shook it off yesterday with a laugh “no big deal” or “Fibro brain fog strikes again”. Today however I have been obsessing over the fact that I want those drugs. Everyday I fight myself, but today that battle FEELS more extreme. To combat that feeling I am doing a lot of writing and art therapy. It seems like that’s all I do with my free time. Some people have a problem with that and to them I say too bad. If artsy little coloring pages, crafting, and writing keeps the needle out of my arm so be it. Don’t judge how I choose to silence my demons and worry about your own.