I don’t like to be drunk.
It’s not my thing. A little buzz, a little relaxed, cool. But drunk? Nah. Who needs it?
Still, I have gotten myself there a few times. 436 more words
If you read my blog post from Sunday then you’ll recognise the photo above as being from the end of that reflection.
Since Sunday I’ve been able to make contact with a counsellor who I hope to meet with in the next week or two to start unravelling and reconstructing some of the things I’ve mentioned previously. 1,215 more words