Approaching the HOF is turning odd (day 91).
Never have I felt more quit; never have I had as many craves.
Never have I felt more quit; never have I felt the funk/depression as hard as this.
In the meantime, I'm watching what seems to be a cave-o-rama that started with February and has now pushed its way into March. I've done the research....that shit didn't happen in December and January in quite the same way. Sure, one or two, but not like, well, today. March had 3 external cavers come in and one intra-month caver...wow.
The train's hanging out in our group, but we're a pretty light group which means seven days in and we only have one active poster riding the train. It feels anticlimactic.
So, there's the simpering. Now for the other.
This is f-in great. I'm plugging away one day at a time (there's no pun intended in that), and I feel good.
I feel good.
I couldn't say that honestly for all the years I was on nic. Mentally, I was lying to myself; physically I was killing myself. How could I feel good? Well, I couldn't and didn't, and I propped myself up with nic for so long...it's embarassing, so...
I feel good. I wish everyone could feel it. I wish the cavers didn't forget it. I wish those who never have "tried," would sack up and hit a quit, because god damn...it feels good where I'm at. Funkified, yes; craves, yes; but I feel good, and I am quit.