For being a blog about quitting wining there sure has been a lot of whining lately. I need to get over myself. Just one last thing before I stop: today someone thought I was my children’s grandmother. That’s the second time this has happened to me in the last two months. WHAT IS HAPPENING TO MY FACE?
I’m sober, I’m working, I’m extremely busy. But I’m doing alright. Just wanted to check in and share something that Belle wrote in one of her e-mails which really summed up so much of that dissonance that always has been a part of me. The desire to connect without having the guts to open up. The feeling of utter loneliness and yet the reluctance to be honest.
We roll around and moan and say things like “why doesn’t anybody understand me” and yet we haven’t TOLD anybody the TRUTH of us.
So this is what I’m doing different this time. I’m trying to tell the truth about me.