61

I'm 61 days sober.

As I take Kismet out for a walk and pass by groups of people heading out for the night, I can't help but feel totally disconnected from the nightlife world I knew so well.

I spent so much of my life fulfilling the dysfunctional belief that I needed to fit in, wanting to find a way to belong, and now I feel that I don't fit in with my old world at all.

As I keep walking I feel alone.

The temptation to give in is always there. To go party. To drink. To indulge. To slip back down into the night and escape.

The monkey is rattling the cage as I move to make it to day 62.

#chasingbutterflies