A few days ago, I heard a voice (or thought) in my head that said,
"You don't have to suffer anymore."
I took it to heart.
Then all hell broke loose. Things got so much worse. The cannabis didn't work anymore, I drank and I had a total melt down, a bonafide mental break down in front of my loving family. I hurt ALL of us.
Yesterday we all spent the day locked in our rooms (Richard worked).
Today I heard the rest of the sentence in my head!
You see, my FOO really did destroy me and my life, but if I quit drinking, and if I finish my memoir (which the process of is going to cause me a lot more suffering), I will: