Over the first week, the withdrawal gets worse. I’ve never felt this bad, not even after the surgeries. Then it starts to fade, but it takes more than a month to feel anywhere near normal.
I’m afraid and anxious. I worry about the girls, what’s happening at home, what my life will be like, how I’m going to manage my back pain and lupus, my marriage, debt; everything. Sobriety isn’t an end. It’s the beginning of life without my coping mechanism.
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