I have been thinking a lot lately about my last post and the feedback that I have gotten, “once and addict always an addict”. Well if this addiction is something that I am going to have around me for the rest of my life, I think that I need that I need to name it. I have spent such a long time with it and the only word that I can accurately use to describe my addiction is fu@kwad. So going in from here on I shall refer to my addiction as Fu@kwad Frank. Fu@kwad Frank was with me all weekend making me crazy. For the most part we as a family did not have much to do this weekend but to go interview a new baby sitter for our boys. Last week out baby sitter announced that she was quitting, which was a major stressor, but I am pleased to announce that I did not let the stress get to me, I handled the situation like a real adult and put on my big girl boots and went out and found another one. This new daycare this is a real tragedy really only because we have been at this current day care for only a few months, just enough time for them to finally get used to it and now we are having to uproot them again. We were at our previous daycare, the one before this one, for 3 and a half years and had to leave her because of Fu@kwad Frank. Fu@kwad Frank made it so we had to sell our home and move away from the house across the street where I did the majority of my drinking and all of my pill buying. But now we have a bigger and better home and there is not a drug dealer in site, so I got that going for me. You would not believe how easy it was to make the decision to move when you have your whole life on the line and actually moving was not too bad either. I can’t believe, looking back, that I sold my house, bought a new one and moved all with only having a few months of sobriety under my belt.

I saw my therapist on Friday and our topic of discussion was guilt. I am of course dealing with a lot of guilt and it is a bit overwhelming at times. I wonder if going through recovery there are different stages, you know like the stages of grief. The first stage that I seemed to go though was relief, relief that I was no longer taking pills to have to survive on a daily basis and relief that my secret was out of the closet and relief that I was finally getting help. But that relief was short lived, it was replaced by a clean up phase where I had to clean up all the damage that I had done to my life, financially, as well as the toll that it took on my marriage. Now I am stuck in this guilt phase, I wonder what will await me after this guilt passes, anger maybe? Anger over what happened, anger at myself anger at my addiction, anger at my dependence. I don’t know what it will be, but one thing I can tell you for sure is that I am so ready to be done with all this guilt.