My brain sucks. It sucks. It’s trying to kill me. I am 24, a big ol’ lesbian, an alcoholic, an addict and I am monstrously screwed.
Despite warnings from my sponsor Cat, my therapist and my best friend I’ve taken a leave of absence from work.
Unemployment isn’t something I’ve EVER once had experience with. Unless that experience can include belittling people for not working, constantly judging those who aren’t productive with their days and consequently destroying my last long term relationship because I had baptized her as a lazy doop.
This is me 4 months ago. Slurpin back vodka soaked gummy worms with people I’d just met a week ago in the apartment of someone I was sleeping with. I also slept with most of her friends. And if I didn’t I tried too until she found out and I was in big doo-doo. This was my life. This is what I lived for. I’ve never made friends any other way. How do you even make friends with people without sleeping with them? Or their friends? Or someone they knew? I had no idea. Since the awkward adolescent of 15 years old, once I discovered the complex joys of drinking and prescription medication, that’s how I rolled.
And now here I am. 24. Unemployed. Living in a sober living community house in the heart of the city. I am homeless. I am empty and I am broken. So broken.
What to do with my time?
I don’t now.
I figured maybe I’d write about it. My time here and my story. A lot of the time I feel hollow, empty, like I have no back story. That once my fiance and I broke up my life was over. That once me and alcohol broke up, well, fuck, what else was left???!!!
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