I actually felt a couple of days ago like I might drink, for the first time in 7 years. I was supposed to be meeting someone out at a cafe and I had the fleeting image of transferring money from one bank account to another and going to some of the old pubs and bars I used to love when I was loaded. It seemed crazy to think of it. It wasn't even a craving. I'm just so sick of my life lately. So sick of things being so hard all the time.
I made the decision that I was going to leave the bank card at home if I left, but I ended up staying home anyway due to the amount of anxiety I felt and my friend came to my house instead. So I got through it and did what I needed to do. Now for this 'life' deal...