*Dear diary, Since I began drinking again I promised myself that if I did anything that was out of line, shameful or regretful then I'd commit to sobriety again. Well, that happened last Thursday. It's odd to me though because with every severe relapse, breakdown, or whatever I'm supposed to fucking call it, I do tend to bounce back quite quickly - perks of having a personality disorder, I guess - and I like to integrate a new therapeutic practise as a way of preventing further blips. Earlier this year I started AA and got myself a therapist after quite an emotional and eventful April (see criminal charge sheet.) Then in August after a breakdown which landed me in a c0ma for 2 days I decided I needed another therapist and another support group. Well this time, folks, I've made an even more drastic decision. I wonder if you'll guess what I'm going to add into my life now in order to maintain any level of sanity that is left.* **Exercise.** *I didn't sleep at all last night and instead of burning calories by tossing and turning in my bed I downloaded the "couch to 5k" app and ran in my local park with my two dogs. It feels good. I'm not sure if I'll manage to keep this up but as someone who clutches onto the philosophy "one day at a time" I'm not gonna worry if I don't run again. Today is what matters, and today I ran.* I’ve included a voice note of me reading this text too, in case you wanted that more intimate feel. Of course I had to speak 100mph to fit it into 1 minute! Enjoy. Sharing is caring. Sharing is halving. Sharing is equal parts of acceptance.