Tea and Honesty

Tomorrow’s the day, I said yesterday for what must be the thousandth time. The last of the wine will be gone tonight. Tomorrow’s the day I stop drinking.

And so it is.

It’s ironic, because today has been a day filled with tears and worry and deep, deep sadness. My heart is aching for a loved one I’ve let slip away due to my tendency to isolate myself, and who might be slipping away for good due to a cataclysmic medical issue.

My evening wine ritual was my way to relax, unplug, to numb. I’ve known for some time that to give up that ritual would mean facing all the feelings I’ve been escaping from.

But I wasn’t expecting to have to face feelings quite as strong as these quite so soon.

But I here I sit. With a cup of tea and all the feelings.

 

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