Here's what I'm realizing today, a new day with no desire right now for a drink, the devil will find me when I'm feeling weak, unsure of how to cope with the bigger picture, or just tired. He knows that for years, I was too weak and would give in to his ways. 

Everyday I'm sober, every moment I make it past a craving, an uncertainty of how to deal with my pain, I win. I win with God and my friends by me. Someday that devil is going to get tired and exhausted of fighting me. 

I will get stronger. I will struggle, but in the end, I will be stronger and better for it in so many ways. 

Learning how to emotionally cope properly, it's like riding a bike for the first time. It's okay to have training wheels on, as long as I keep working on it. I can't forget to do the work, that's when the devil strikes. It was a rough weekend, but I beat that asshole again. 

Today is a new day, gonna make it count.