Lizbeth, I am glad you sound more upbeat in your last few posts.
It takes time to repair the damage on every level.
I went back to GA on Thursday night. It felt surreal. I don’t think I belong there anymore but I must say some of the men gave me a great “welcome back”.
It takes a long time to stop feeling like a total fake.
Last night I dreamt I was gambling. The identical dream I always have when I quit. Entering an unfamiliar casino. More like an arcade. Searching for “my type” of machine but none available. Then walking out, feeling “this is not for me”!
I’m glad it was only a dream.
Gambling is a nightmare.
You will be fine, Lizbeth. I feel you are bouncing back already.
