4:13 pm. After 12 hours of flights and layovers, I finally am back at my starting point. I am at my aunt’s house and am taking a break before driving back home. Spending the night here will be a good transition for me before I get home. It’s my uncle’s birthday, and they are planning on going out to dinner, but I think I will stay home and rest. I know they will be drinking, and I should be fine, but my counselor says I shouldn’t place myself in a situation where I need to be strong. I would need to be strong because I have a weakness for alcohol. It makes sense. I can go out with them another time or in the future when I can be around others drinking and the strength won’t be needed. I do need the rest also. I wasn’t able to sleep much during the trip.
My home therapist had scheduled a meeting with me today to catch up. I am excited and nervous at the same time. She has been overly supportive of me during this journey. Yet, I still have butterfly’s in my stomach. I am used to being half-lit when I talk to her and this will be the first visit in a long time where I am sober.