Atlas
Yesterday I didn’t expect my conversation with Scarlett to go so smoothly, but it surprisingly did.
For some reason, after our conversation, the weight and burden I’ve been carrying all my life suddenly felt lighter.
And yesterday, when she had asked me why I always drank alcohol, I had felt ashamed about being an addict for the first time in my thirty-five years on earth.
I wanted to tell her why…
That alcohol was the solace I had run to when things went south and too bad for me to bear. It helped me escape the pain, trauma, and everything.
Even though the euphoria and the feeling it gives me was a false sense of happiness… I would rather have that false sense of happiness than dwell on the demons eating me from inside.
Moon goddess.
Who would have thought that a twenty-th
