I cannot tell you how many times I have head that saying.
One day at a time, One day at a time, One day at a time.
It repeats over and over again in my mind.
One day at a time. One day at a time
Yet, in my reality, it is every seven minutes then every ten minutes.
Every seven minutes, for m, feels like three hours, during those seven minutes, i crave, I crave to be drunk I crave to be so high, I cannot tell left from right I crave to smile like a child, I crave to laugh like there is no tomorrow I crave to feel confident I crave to make these shakes disappear for awhile.
Then every ten minute I feel normal. I don't feel so outlandish for not drinking a beer. I don't miss the taste of a cigarette, after swallowing a shot or two. I don't yearn for a drunken lullaby, As time passes by.
Every seven then ten minutes I'm switching opposite sides Back and forth inside my deranged mind handling it the best I can
One day at a time
Staying sober is really strange for those of us how have a problem.