Sad Morning

 Sad Morning

You know, it was no wonder I drank so much alcohol in my life. I have nobody to talk to. I sit in my room and write journal entries to nobody but myself. It's sad, because I am an educated, intelligent man and everyone in my life seems stupid. The only intelligent people I know are my doctors, and even they seem to label me as a moron because they are specialists.

I got to the store this morning and bought chicken legs and limes. So, I am set for dinner and natural vitamin C for the day, but may have to go out and get decongestant tablets for Dad, because he is running out. It will get me out of the house, for whatever that amounts to. I seem to get dirty looks from people wherever I go.

I am not going to go back on the sauce. I didn't make any pledge or promise, just swore off. I went almost a year without drinking ethanol a couple years back, but my "friend" triggered me.

I am writing this entry out on printer paper with a Bic stick pen. Pens go bad and start to skip when the ink dries out, and I bought new ones a couple days ago to avoid that aggravation. I have the radio going now. They play the most idiotic music when I am at home, and good songs when I am in the car. What the hell?

I made oatmeal with raspberries, maple syrup, and milk for Dad's breakfast. He finally got out of bed at about 10:00 AM, and was watching some stupid TV show about a person who paid thousands of dollars to look at Grizzly Bears in British Columbia. People must be easily amused.

My only plan for the day is to watch my diet, keep off the booze, and eat healthy, nutritious foods. I am not going down that rabbit hole of addiction ever again. Seriously, it even gets into my dreams, and my dreams are the only place where I have honest interactions with people, who are all just in my head.

Back later with more useless nonsense on recovery.

6/28/2025, 10:44 AM.