Send cupcakes

I’ve been sitting here for the last half hour, trying to put what’s going on in my head onto the page.

It isn’t pretty (what’s in my head).

The topics include making decisions about:

• My mother
• Her alcoholism
• My wedding day.

It’s just too hard to put into tangible sentences without sounding like a sooky-lah-lah.

I also keep getting blog-fright because OHMYGOD someone else might read it.

Which is kinda the point, yeah?

My decisions on the those 3 topics are all linked; the butterfly effect that could make or break my brain.

And my brain hurts.

I think I need another session at Al-Anon.

Send cupcakes.