I went to an AA meeting today like a good girl and received my 6 month coin. I'm having a lot of trouble accepting the fact that I am an alcoholic and can't have *any* alcohol. I want to go into town and buy a six-pack and settle in with a new book I bought. The problem isn't that I would go back into town for more booze the problem is that I would want another six pack tomorrow (or maybe a little more) and the day after that and so on. My husband is working and I can't phone him (he's judging a martial arts tournament). I did call my sponsor. She reminded me of how disappointed I would be in myself and how it would interfere with my relationship with my Higher Power. She wants me to call her again later. I'm just sitting here with my coins in front of me trying to stay busy. I never thought I'd see the day where I'd cry because I couldn't have a beer. I guess my depression is rearing its ugly head a little today also.
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