Eight years ago today I had my last drink.....
Happy Birthday to me.
I have woken this morning to the smell of bushfire in the air. There have been fires burning all night around here, well, not too far away and all I can taste is dust and smoke.....
I hope they got it under control.
I have had a few very sad days mourning the loss of something I never could have had anyway.......pretty silly really but no less real for all that.
Sometimes dreams die harder than anything else.
Today I will look for gratitude.
I'm sure I will find it somewhere......
Throwing my hands up today......you take it universe, I don't want it any more.
Somehow I have managed to be put in a place here....
My mother and brother are at my sisters for another week, they have been there for a week already now
My kids are at home with me
I am just here.......kind of just stuck
I don't know what the next bit is
I don't know what to do
What not to do
Nobody is actually asking me for anything right now.....
And I have no idea what to do with myself
I'm feeling awfully lost in here though