Saturday 22 February 2020

And, finally. Stormy skies.

Of course it got worse.

It's a downwards spiral, right?

Cue the final curtain call. A manic manic day.

A family intervention.

It's all out in the open now.
They don't trust me to trust myself.
I can't blame them at all.
I don't trust myself either.
Ironically I've only drank 4 days this month battling through sober days quietly alone. Easier than fessing up, how hard its been.

It didn't really work.

Day 8 TODAY.

Dr's again on Monday, addiction specialist on Tuesday.

Kind messages float in via social media, telling me to hold on and battle the stormy clouds.

I LOVE MY FAMILY.

I'm so grateful for the love around me, even though everyone is, confused and doesn't really know who I am or how to trust me again.

Baby steps.