sober since July 18, 2015. Yesterday was a slightly challenging day. Stressed, anxious, sleep-deprived, struggling with a new medication. On my way home I started fantasizing about 2 klonopin and a half-pint of whiskey. I thought, yes, this would feel good. Fleeting, but more thought than I general give to booze and drugs. I soon found relief. I think it was a God thing. It came out of no where. Couldn't get a hold of my sponsor.

Today, I'm right as rain. Tonight, I'll be at a meeting for sure.