I’m currently at my treatment center, waiting for group to start. My day started off normally enough but, in the last hour, I’ve started dissociating somewhat.
I feel like my sobriety, and the way I’m living in support of the same, isn’t real. I feel like I’m sort of watching myself living this life, but it’s not really me. I’m fake. And it’s not very comfortable.
I’m so tired. I so want to throw in the towel. I just don’t see the point. I’m fucked if I stay sober and fucked if I get high.