This is just a quick blog post to let my 8 readers know that I’m still alive. I am sober, physically healthy, and psychologically sound. I feel pretty good, all in all. Rehab is a huge drag, but I’m glad that I committed to it.
I’ve spent over three months sequestered from my job, family, relationships, and the Collector. Now, -rather than returning to my life, I’m opting to re-introduce myself gradually. I want to do this right, and never have to do it again. I am too old to waste any more of my life struggling with this.
I’m living in what is essentially a very structured sober-house environment with a few other women. I hate having roommates, but I am not ready to be alone again yet and I am not in a position to make a decision about moving in with the Collector.
I have a crappy straight job whose only redeeming quality is that it provides routine and leaves me too tired to be upset, or disappointed with myself. I volunteer at a shelter for women and children. My goals this summer are pretty small: start writing again, get as physically fit as possible given my work schedule, and be patient with myself.
And stay sober, of course. I don’t anticipate any problems with that–I’m on naltrexone, in intensive treatment, and am almost never alone. I’ve also committed myself to the process.
I have much more to write, but I can’t do it now. I WILL have internet access one or two days a week now, so I’ll be able to update this blog. I’ve gone through my drafts and picked out a dozen decent ones from the archives that I intend to finish and publish starting next week–untold dungeon tales from NYC, reader mailbag, relationship stuff, book reviews.
I can also read and respond to comments. I’ve just started reading the ones left for me since I went offline in February. Thank you all for reading, and for all your thoughts, input, and support. It really means a lot to me. Till next week!