[Sundae]

This year I have finally had meaningful help about my problems with alcohol.
I have fallen off the wagon a number of times, but have dutifully got back on, and each episode has been of a shorter duration.

I've got to know my parents far better than either of my siblings ever will - for good and for bad. I've established a better ad more honest relationship with Mum (although we'll never really be honest with eachother) and had to distance myself from Dad. Which is possibly a good thing, as I hero-worshipped him before.

I've had the most comprehensive treatment for my depresion, which almost amuses me, given I loved in two progressive cities and am now back in a county town (state capital divided by 10)

I am learning to love myself. It's damn hard. But not drinking helps. Drinking will always be there in my life.

Life is... a journey. I pulled into the shitty way-station. I'm pulling out.