Sometimes I just wish life would slow the hell down to give me enough time to catch up. Things happen so fast, and I have the coping skills of a toddler (I may be giving myself a bit too much credit there). In a perfect world I would be able to handle something before anything else was thrown my way.
Obviously, that’s not how life works.
So here I sit, with a multitude of problems- some are major, some quite minor, most are kind of in between- feeling a bit lost.
Emotionally, I’m really vulnerable, but I still win the trophy, and I’m still the Queen.
Wanna know why?
Because I’m sober. I don’t know what the fuck I’m going to do with myself, or how to manage my life, my job and my family, but for the first time in my adult life, it won’t be with alcohol.