Today is Saturday night where I’m sitting and in the recovery forum I stated that I was going to try and get my love old activities back. Early this morning my middle brother, my kid sis and myself decided to go camping.
It is raining like no other. Sitting there in the rain just made me remember the tent cities I used to haunt and the months I spent homeless. Then I started getting really depressed and upset. I was telling my middle brother how cold I was feeling on the inside, and how much I needed a drink. That sneaky brained thinking. It just kept hitting me. My brain was just using every trick it could to try and find some alcohol.
My bro and kid sis checked us into a small hotel and after a warm bath, a meal and getting out of the rain I felt a lot better. But I’m hoping that it’s just the bad weather and not the act of camping that got me into that head space.
I’m really hoping my old love of camping will come back. I will try this again. Just when it warms up.
What do others do to try and get back interest that they have lost?