God, I have the withdrawal depression so bad and it literally has me crying every other minute, feeling sorry for myself and withdrawn. I'm sure there are a few of you who can relate, but ANYWHOO... Today I was riding my bicycle watching the most picturesque, pastel sunset (completely sober) and it was the perfect weather, the kind where it's too cold if you're just standing there, but once you're moving, the breeze soothes you perfectly. I just felt so FREE, I felt good for the first time in a long fucking time. I felt chills of dopamine that were almost as intoxicating as any dope, simply for the fact that they were of a completely sober nature. And then the podcast I was listening to started to repeat, "Everything is going to be alright, everything will work out" again, and again, and again... and I just broke down. I probably looked like the biggest idiot crying my face off cycling down the side of a busy road in the middle of downtown, but my god... I haven't felt that ok in a long ass time.
TL;DR- I had a moment. Carry on.