I’m feeling a bit stuck in a rut all of a sudden. I was coasting along quite happily in my sobriety until a week or two ago and I don’t know what changed. I don’t feel physical cravings for drink but mentally I keep going back to thinking how nice it would be to go out and drink. I’m feeling a bit nostalgic for drinking. I miss bars – even though the bars I miss are ones I hardly ever found. I am glossing over what a prison the constant daily urge to drink was and it looks a bit too much like freedom instead. All illusions, illusions, illusions!