It's been a horrible, fucking two weeks. But I feel fucking horrible for writing that because I am so ungrateful. So now I'll sit here and list off in my mind all the good things I have, and they are many, and I'll try to convince myself that they are enough.
I am obsessed. I am unreasonable. I am intolerant. I'm never happy. That's what I hear and that's what I, in turn, tell myself.
But I'm not feeling it.
All I'm feeling is unhappy.
I wrote a response on the Moderation Management board the other day to someone's objection to the statement about being powerless over alcohol, it's coming back and laughing in my face:
P.S. Sorry, I know ya'll are tired of hearing about this.