I'm so tired of putting on a happy face when inside I'm frowning.
My mind is scrambled, my body hurts, and my finances are drowning.
225 days of working to get recovered and consequences are still being discovered. Not falling behind, but not getting ahead, has me on the fence. I don't want to drink; I know that wouldn't make any sense. However the nightmares have returned, full of pain and bridges burned.
I'm lonely, distant, and disconnected, but am I really helping myself by letting my situation go undetected?
***NOTE: therapeutic writing on my current status is a coping skill I've been neglecting. It feels better when I focus on putting my feelings in words.
God bless each of you, thanks for being here
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