This is a rough time... the isolation, the uncertainty, and the fear...
And it can always get worse...
A friend of mine decided everything was too much. He opted out. His wife is a widow a second time. His stepchildren are without a father again.
So angry yet I am also so deep into dispair myself.
This is when I miss the shots of tequila...
...the constant flow of Long Islands...
....using the alcohol to wash down the pills...
... Flexeril... Vicodin... Xanax... all at the same time...
....and still only sleep for five hours....
.... never again though.
Depression lies. Anxiety lies. Self doubt lies.
You keep fighting... because everyday you make it through is a win.