I feel like melting into myself.
The anxiety diet works really well. Stress the fuck out, eat one meal a day and run 3 miles. Seriously though…I think I’ve lost like 8 pounds in the last few days.
Tonight I did one of the most heart breaking and rewarding things I have ever had to do. I packed 2 suitcases with essentials I could live with for a few days and told my boyfriend that he can go to alcohol rehab and I will go to anxiety counseling or our relationship is over. I’ve never had to confront an alcoholic about getting help and I understand now why people who love an alcoholic have an incredibly hard time telling them they need help. I’m very grateful that I said something before things got worse and that he agreed to go to AA Tuesday. Now this could all very well change tomorrow but I’m hoping now he knows how serious I am.