I feel like the time has come to admit that I am in need of a handler. A manager. An adult nanny. I’m not sure what to call it, but I need it. I’m still sober (Day 373!) but I feel my mood shifting and the thoughts of alcohol creeping in. I’ll blame the combo of my mom in the hospital (Day 9!), the stress of starting a new business and a “fun-filled” family road trip to Las Vegas. Throw in some ungodly high temperatures and the beginning of the back-to-school rat race for my three littles and I’m a prime candidate for disaster. I feel like I need someone to boss me around a little and slap me out of whatever this is.
Let’s be real. I have the tools to power through all this: yoga, a support system, meditation, journaling, exercise… Am I using them? Nope. Not even one. I’m isolating and not sleeping and eating my feelings. This blog post is the only outlet I have the energy for right this minute and let’s hope this sparked a little something inside me to turn things around. Fingers crossed.