sobriety is a scary thing sometimes.  realizing i can't use booze to hide from issues.  some days i really miss that.  some days i would kill for a drink.  talk about a slap in the face eh?  going along great, not thinking about alcohol at all, not like i used to.  then suddenly boom.  that f'n urge just hits you like you walked into a wall. 
is this normal?  is this what other sober alcoholics experience?  don't get me wrong, so far so good.  i haven't given in.  i'm just scared one day i will.   i try to figure out why, after this many days, can something have such a powerful hold, for lack of a better word, on me? 
just one of those days i guess.  it brings me down but this too shall pass.  i hope.
always
dragonfly