Running away from life
When I finally stopped drinking, bacon cheeseburgers and chocolate milkshakes became my emotional crutch. When I dropped meat/dairy/eggs, I began using the Internet as my "drug" of choice: there have been countless hours of thinking "I'll just look at one more thing and then I'll get started working..." It's funny: I could at least get work done with the assistance of wine and/or chocolate. The Internet is less effective as an anxiety-reducing substance and it takes up far, far more of my time!
With one year of sobriety under my belt, it's high time that I stopped running away from my life. That's why I'm here. Even though I've stopped drinking, I've never stopped "using."
I still have a job, but I have made a huge mess of things. I can't ever undo the damage I've done in the past, professionally and personally. It's time to accept that and move forward in a resilient, wholehearted way. I can't stop the anxiety, but I can stop running away.