Gettin’ by

My sobriety hangs by a slender, slender thread today, as I hover on the knife-edge between desire and self-worth. Desire — desperate, overwhelming desire for alcohol. Self-worth — that which ultimately stops me in my tracks. The only thing stopping me now — the only thing that has been stopping me for the past week — is fear, no, terror, of what will happen if I give in to the craving for just one sip of wine. The script running in the