When things in my life aren't going great I get really bad ideas in my head.
Add in a trip back home (the one place I run to during hard times) and stupidity takes center stage.
I did not do anything stupid, fortunately. What I found out after my trip makes me so very happy I didn't get drunk enough to actually act on my bad idea.
I will probably never be able to stop dreaming that things were different. Nor will I stop hoping that maybe, just maybe, things will work out in the future. While I know with all of my heart and mind that it's a horrible idea, I still hope.
I'm a shrink's dream come true.
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