I lapsed, hard. So this recovery is going to be hard. I've done this before and I can do it again. But I'm afraid of all of my responsibilities, the due dates, what I want to accomplish, all of the challenges of a healthy life.
This past weekend, it felt like such a relief - it WAS such a relief - to let it all go, to stop fighting my impulses and fears. But now I feel sad and frightened.
Goal for the day: complete one work project, start the next, complete my volunteer commitment, and remember that tomorrow will be better. And things don't need to be perfect, just good enough.