I’m off the wagon. I don’t have a drug of choice, but in the evenings I’ve been drinking 4-5 beers a night, the next night eating a gummy, the next night maybe 1mg Xanax. I don’t want to go home because she is there. Work is crazy, home is crazy, I just want to go to Montana and hide in a cabin.
I’m not getting trashed, but
I can’t find the strength to just cope in the evenings and live right. Just really fucking sad and anxiety through the roof 24/7
Just kinda venting.
I’m not getting trashed, but
I can’t find the strength to just cope in the evenings and live right. Just really fucking sad and anxiety through the roof 24/7
Just kinda venting.