Three weeks sober. So this week I've had a touch of OCD and my old tinnitus has played up a bit but I'm used to both so I try to recognise that for me the worst of it tends to die down again after spiking for a few days. The tinnitus is on me again today though, and it can easily spiral into anxiety if I let it... So many goddamn issues, I tell ya.
But at least I now know for sure I am no longer severely depressed, so I can't really use that as an excuse to drink right now. Not that I particularly want to; it's just strange being so sober is all. It can be up and down but yesterday was a particularly good day feeling fine and sober so I should cling to knowing that such days do happen.
I didn't get that job but there's a chance of another one anyway. But without drinking I hardly spend any money so I've mostly been okay with taking it easy. But I do miss socialising - though more at a potental job than with potential drinking buddies, I feel.
So could life be worth living? For now, yes, but I can't ignore the fact that alongside my many issues, I do live in a clown world. If I can find a place where I can take part only minimally, then perhaps there might be a case for it longer term.