I keep putting one foot in front of the other, because that is what I do. Since recovery life has been such a blur, but for awhile things were wonderful. After awhile the hope sort of starts to run out. The realization of how damaged my life is, and how damaged I am makes me start feeling depressed. That only makes it more difficult to resist temptation. Just to keep my life on track takes a lot of work, with not a moments rest. Some say that is my penance for my past. Feeling awful.