Day 5:

[kenny3000]

Mornings have always been hard for me.  I used to light up before getting out of bed.  The past few days it has taken me a couple of hours to get my head on or come out of the fog.  This morning though, I snapped into my day a lot easier, only about 30 minutes of the "white noise"  I went about my day and in the late part of the morning I noticed something was missing; the overwhelming sense of dread, panic, anguish, and murderous crazy I've carried around for the previous 4 days.  It was like "everything will be OK."  Don't get me wrong, I am far from better.  I still get cravings.  I even ransacked my apartment for about 15 minutes looking for the sunglasses that were on my head.  It's just as if a veil has been lifted or something like that.  Does anyone have a similar experience?