I've been looking forward to today all weekend. Dinner and a few drinks with friends. This morning something inside my mind was trying it's hardest to stop me from getting on the train and heading out. "Just stay in bed" "you feel awful, just say home" It was an absolute struggle to motivate myself to leave my house but I knew once I did, and I sat myself down in the carriage seat, I'd start to feel better. I was right. Socialising today was a reminder of how my life used to be, a reminder of how much I enjoy me being around my friends and a reminder of how much I loved my life off heroin. Today felt great and I'm doing it all over again on Sunday.