Zero Alcohol.
Chest and stomach still a liitle dodgy. I don't go to sleep until around 6am and I don't get up until 3.30pm which means I miss most of the day. Great. Im a night person anyway. I can be 'dead' to the waking world and whilst the world is 'dead' I can live. Not that ive been getting much sleep anyway. Ive had maybe around 5 hours sleep sine Wednesday. After a lengthy binge anxiety stalks the nerve endings like a fox stalking a chicken coop. And when I shut my eyes all sorts of weird and wonderful visions show up. The mechanics of withdrawal working themselves out of my brain. Frightening to close the eyes in the early stages of recovery. Its like standing alone in a great pitch black hall, waiting for ugly ghosts and strange demons to emerge.
The early withdrawals are a bitch, and not a very friendly or sympathetic one either. She carries a whip, and is not ungenorous in flogging those miscreants who have strayed off the sober path.
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