I’m feeling alone. (Deja fucking vu, right?)
I don’t think this phase of life will ever end. I’m beginning to feel like my husband will never come home. (His dad is very sick and he’s been taking care of him for the past few weeks).
These nights get…intense.
Sleeping has gotten harder. The nights filled with nightmares and restlessness.
Drinking has become…well, we’re reaching amounts only seen years ago when my addiction had completely taken over. And I’m desperately trying to stop it from getting that bad.
This is the second post I’ve written tonight. The first will live in my drafts folder for now. Probably forever.
I’m so tired. Of all of it.
I’m truly so tired. I’m being kind with my words tonight, but trust me when I say, I am so tired. And so alone.
I’m running out of stamina to keep this up.