It’s not hard for me to remember why I drink. Nearly all nights are difficult, some are unbelievable. I have the traumatic residue, but I am also highly intuitive, and I feel the world around me, its insanity. I woke up this morning dreaming of giant worms eating through everything in our world. I was fighting them, but my solutions were not effective.
I was going to share some other things, but I think now is not the time.
I do think I have finally tunneled down to the root feeling which makes me rigid and angry. This is huge progress. It anchors me in place, and this has advantages, but I think my task is to learn how to dance.