61 days/2 solid months

I am patting myself on the back a little tonight. This is an anniversary I can enjoy and be proud of (at least in regards to the N nightmare). I am "sober" for 2 solid months.

A relationship with an N is like a bad accident. I was hit and run by a N. And like any healing, it takes patience and strength. A LOT.

Not saying I haven't had moments of CD and a needed fix but I know what to do when it strikes:

I stop. I read. I recognize. I exhale, move FORWARD. I've learned that spending any time thinking about him. or making sense of 'him', is just picking at wounds.