Breathing my Mind into Your Face

I’m grateful for rehab. I couldn’t get out of my rut without it. I
have a new beginning, a new way to live. I don’t miss life with
alcohol. I don’t care what percentage of people consume, what
percentage are addicts, what percentage get assistance. I got help and
I’m happy about it.

If I treat myself well that should create a strong basis for
mental health. So now that i’ve ixne’d the alcohol and weed, next step
is to exercise more, have a healthy diet, and get enough sleep. I am
awake at 12:41 with the intention of awakening at 6:30, So I fucked
myself there. I willingly consumed black tea at the italian restaurant
tonight. Root cause identified. Next step fix that shit.
I ate a full size twix, full size reese’s and two sour twizzlers this
evening. Recognize that diet is also fucked for the day and try to fix
it tomorrow. I took a walk outside on an owl hunt earlier, so that at
least is a slight contributor to a healthy lifestyle. So the best way
to initiate a routine that will help me avoid depression is to eat
healthy, non-candy related foods tomorrow, take a nap, and do a bit
more exercising than I did today. Even though I let myself down in
regard to the basics of self-wellness today, I still had a decent day.
I didn’t get too high or low and was able to keep it pretty level.

Phase two of happy me involves doing work a lot and enjoying the
effort, enduring pain with the knowledge it’s unavoidable, and doing
the things I’m scared to do. There is no 100% happy button, it will
come and go. Understand and accept that. Then live honestly in the
moment. I think that should help with my self-confidence. Appreciate
the way being bullied and having zits in high school made me. Don’t hide from that. Little zitty no pubes will always be a part of me. Humor is my secret weapon. People like to laugh. Love yourself, tell it like it is,
you’ll be more happy. Get on with it then.