I made it a full week without drinking, and I was really proud of myself. Today, though, I slipped. I gave in and had a drink—and the guilt hit me immediately. It’s hard to explain the mix of emotions. Part of me feels like crying because I was doing so well. Another part of me feels angry. Today was a day off, and my husband mentioned how it might be nice to take a shot. He knows I’m trying to stay sober, so hearing that made the cravings come rushing back stronger than I expected. I’m frustrated with him, but I’m also frustrated with myself. At the end of the day, I know I’m responsible for my choices. Still, it’s tough when the people around you don’t fully support what you’re trying to do. Right now, I feel guilty—like I’ve ruined all the progress I made this week. But deep down, I know one slip doesn’t erase everything. A week sober is still a week sober. It showed me that I can do this. So instead of looking at it as starting over, I’m trying to see it as continuing—just with a bump in the road. Tomorrow is another chance to choose differently, and I’m not giving up on myself.