Rehab Journal

Day Fifty-Six:

it's been a busy day, but an emotional one. I stop and think of Ray and what we talked about, and I start to cry. But day by day, I'll take it. I'm not going to make any absolute, rash decisions anytime soon. Hopefully, I'll get some better clarification on my feelings when I see my therapist tomorrow. I want my sobriety above all else and if that means having to let go of someone/thing I love very dearly, then it's what must be done. Because without my sobriety, I have no life and I definitely have no future. It's snowing outside again and that always lifts my spirits. Sometimes, I really wish my mother could talk back to me. Maybe she is. Maybe through the snow, she is.