One day I just packed my car and left my life behind. It didn’t turn out well.
But today I have a very real urge to do the same thing.
I don’t want to face this day.
I hate conflict. I hate argument. I hate feeling like I’m in trouble even if I don’t know why.
I want to jump in my car and drive as far in the opposite direction from my office as I can possibly go.
I am not brave.
I am scared. I am sad. I am angry.
This is why I drank. I would give anything to not have to “feel” this day.