Zowie. Lots of drama going on in my head today. Be over, be gone, leave me now, you stupid cravings!
Taking lots of deep breaths and making home-made V-8 juice. Tell me it's all gonna (someday) be okay. Boy, did I mess up. This, so far, is the hardest time I've had and I don't know why. It should get easier to leave the thoughts behind, but, oh--not so, my friends.
Soldiering on--