Sober.
That means no Xanax for my anxiety. No alcohol for, well, to drink so I am more comfortable.
Nothing.
It was fun. It was weird. It scared me. But it was good.
I remember the whole show. I know I didn't make a fool of myself by being drunk.
And I felt bad for those who were falling down drunk. And worried how they would get home safely.
It was wierd. Odd.
Enlightening.
Refreshing.
Empowering.
I am not my disease. I am not my addiction.
I deserve to live a full and happy and sober life. I deserve to feel emotions.
I am worth working to save.
And I am pretty sure my social anxiety never existed. I thought I had it because I wanted a reason to drink. Alcohol gave me social anxiety.
I thought it was my solution, but it was the beginning of my problems.
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