Guest guest Posted April 14, 2012 Report Share Posted April 14, 2012 Ever since my near complete nervous breakdown two weeks ago I have not drank anything at all. But last night, being Friday, I thought I would have two points of London Pride, and it was nice. Except I woke up this morning regrettring it, because I had lost out being full y aware of each moment. Now I'm rubbish at being mindful, but I can still enjoy each moment to its fullest, and even though I am in quite a lot of pain right now (piles this time, but lots stomach acid pain all last week - I'm falling apart it seems), there is still a lot of pleasure to be had in each moment. Still, I don't think I am ready for going teetotal yet, and anyway, I am going to a wedding reception tonight that is being held in a brewery, so I don't think I stand a chance, really, but somehow each moment is becoming more precious and I don't want to just let it go in an some unconscious blur. Even laying in bed unable to sleep suffering fear I can saviour every moment as there's always something nice to expererience as well. Like listenig to the lovely sounds outside through my open bedroom window, and knowing that this mindfulness is the start of healing. I'm looking forward to be more successful at mindfulness one day, and I'm hoping, when I am quite good at, to spend a night drinking three pints of Wells Banana Bread Beer down the Dog and Bull in a completely mindful state -could be intersting? Hmmm, perhaps there is no hope for me afterall. But over the last few days I experienced some rather lovely moments of happiness - a completely weird feeling for me -and something inside me said I was now on the mend, even after 35 years of this. Kv Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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