I've recently learned that I like extreme emotions. 'No s!@# - you're an alcoholic!' says my recovery, 'you like drama.'
It's been two weeks since I had to put my dog to sleep and I am now in the day to day sadness. I have come to the realization that I prefer the cathartic purging of tears to this mundane depression. It felt good to cry hard. Simply missing my dog sucks.
