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Originally Posted by madisgram
i don't isolate anymore so i could drink like i wanted to.
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That was my exact problem as well. I would avoid my housemate and leaving the house when she wasn't home so I could drink in peace. She keeps tabs on me now, not in an annoying way but in a caring way which I truly appreciate.
I am doing this on my own primarily, but I also have the support of my housemate. I don't like to drag her into it too much though.
Thanks to everyone who has shared their stories, I find them inspirational.
Sadly, I did slip up a bit on Sunday and had a few drinks, but I wasn't drunk, merely a little tipsy. Still, it's better then when I used to be completely inebriated and I did it in the presence of friends, not secretly, so here's hoping for a clean week from this day on. 
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“For a long time I believed the opposite of passion was death. I was wrong. Passion and death are implicit, one in the other. Past the border of a fiery life lies the netherworld. I can trace this road, which took me through places so hot the very air burned the lungs. I did not turn back. I pressed on, and eventually passed over the border, beyond which lies a place that is wordless and cold, so cold that it, like mercury, burns a freezing blue flame.”
― Marya Hornbacher, Wasted: A Memoir of Anorexia and Bulimia
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