My oh my...I haven't relapsed so far today! For such an afflicted gamine (that relapses daily) this is a hugely epic, biiiiig deal. I woke up with the craving, but, for some reason still beyond me, I ate and then stopped, and proceeded to work on a couple pieces of jewelry before going to this group therapy/educational class at a specialty hospital in my area. I barely even worried about it in my head. But I enjoyed jewelrymaking/metalworking so much (or, I LET myself enjoy it so much) that I decided not to go to group. This led to that age-old feeling of, "GOD you can NEVER just do it right. You can NEVER get anything right can you?"
But I realized that it was my passions, what felt fulfilling on the inside, that led me to skip...not depression or a lack of motivation...and according to my friends and family, I am known for my unpredictability. I can't even predict myself. I definitely woke up thinking I was gonna go to group. But the desire and the passion arose from such a spontaneous whim that I felt freed by it...almost like it swept me up and I just went with it. But this disregarded RESPONSIBILITIES and obligations I have to acknowledge.
Either way I feel I'm wronging a part of myself: the logical, rational part of me feels it's wrong and undisciplined to skip-out on therapy, but the mercurial, sensually expressive part of me feels it's wrong to deny those rare moments when I DON'T feel empty and depressed and feel inspired and passionate about something.
Does anybody have any thoughts or curiosities on this? Did it bring up any emotion or thought in you? Please share...I wrote this because I need different perspectives!!
Also, does anyone else have urges to relapse as soon as you wake up? If you've come up with a method that's been successful, that's awesome!! For anyone who's still trying, I can relate. Anyway, thanks for reading this, and I love you all.