It’s been a rough couple of weeks. Finding myself in tears at some point in the day and drinking coffee the next. Keeping myself busy with work, hangouts, and errands to keep my mind off of it.
Surprisingly enough, I have not turned to any of my vices. If it were me this time last year, I would have been drowning in alcohol or getting under different men by now. That feeling of instant gratification would consume me to trick myself into thinking that everything is fine.
But I guess I’ve changed. For the better. No ounce of alcohol or touch of a man can make the pain any less than it is now. I have no taste for it.
Somewhere in the middle of the year, I’ve become happier with where I was. And that changed my perspective of things and my habits.
Which is great, I presume. I’ve been waiting for the day when I face my emotions and devils as it is without the need for alcohol or pleasure. It’s healthy, I guess, to just let it be.