I confess.

I confess.  I feel like just going back to my old ways.  I am tempted to live out my old ways.  I can live a new way.  My thoughts have improved greatly.  I realize that I can do it.  Life is too short to stay the same way that I at least, often write about what I haven't done.  I have been listening to this guy who has said that the first month is hard.  I have come a long way.  Being free is great! However, I still have to deal with triggers, which can be quite scary at times.  Building up confidence will take quite a while, but I know that I can do this.  I no longer feel like I wish to quit or to give up.  I am tired, but I need to rest.  I guess a little rest would not hurt.  That little bit of rest may be what I need to fuel me.  I needed the fuel.