conflict. Day 3 journal

I am at least 3 days sober. I started my streak before I purchased the app. The night falls quickly and shining of the stars no longer captures my eyes. I’ve grown pale, sickly. Until yesterday morning my breaths were labored. My contraction of a vicious plague provided an effortless 2 days to my streak…now the burden falls on me to stay afloat. I can feel my enemy. His power. I know I can defeat him. but I’d be lying if I said the image of his army on the horizon didn’t worry me. My vision of freedom is large. A hallway painting. And the challenge I currently face is but a brushstroke. I am overwhelmed. At the very least I know I must… just sit and weather this storm.