228 days

And my life is so damn chaotic (as per usual). Last week there was a terrible terror attack in a town I used to live in for so many years and it shook me to the core. And my first thought, while weeping and frantically calling all my friends was that I needed a drink. I needed to sooth, to take away the rough edges of reality. But I know it wouldn’t help. It wouldn’t take away any of the things that happened or make that little girl live again. All it would do is give me more anxiety. So I let it pass. And I reached out. And I connected and we took part in a huge march of love to show those fuckers that we will not bow down, we will not be scared, we will fight the dark with light and life.

I’m here. Still sober, still a complete mess, still a human being in this world who will face reality with clear eyes and full hearts. We won’t lose.