Adrift in recovery...

Today is day 23 without alcohol. Not that I was drinking daily like in my "glory days," but if I did drink it would often turn into a binge or at least more than I initially intended. Self-control when it comes to substances has never been a strength of mine. But I figured if I am ever going to overcome this debilitating (wow it took me some time to spell this right) depression, anxiety, bipolar2 or whatever you want to call it, and if I really want to optimize the medication I am on, I should probably not be plying myself with alcoholic depressants any longer. I've still visited a bar a time or two and ordered a non-alcoholic beer. It seems to fulfill the itch and make me realize I'm not missing much. Hanging out in bars sober is a lot less interesting and fun than participating in the drink is. I've never been the kind of alcoholic solely addicted to the booze (never experienced withdrawals or anything) and beer has tended to mainly be my poison of choice over the years. I think…