I had originally planned a long winded rant about the struggles I've been through since 2021, but decided that was for another day.

It's breaks down to this:

March 2021, lost my father. I was 29, he was 64.

July 2021, ex husband asked for divorce before I could. Several of us are fairly certain he had been screwing the roommate behind my back. But that's a him problem.

August 2021, my others ex husband beat me. He went to jail

Also August 2021, finally met my boyfriend (previous long distance relationship in 2008-2009), face to face when traveled to Minnesota with my Ren faire job. He moved to TX the following February.

March 2022, had gastric bypass. Start of a new life, moving in with boyfriend into our first apartment. 

October 2022, went back to school because I didn't want to just work retail the rest of my life. 

February 2023, started job at dialysis clinic. Huzzah for a career.

July 2023, boyfriend moved for work. Then job threw him under the bus, causing him to quit.

May 2024, the dialysis clinic job had gotten to me mentally, 16 hours days were killing me. Had I done them in my younger years, maybe they wouldn't have been so bad, but falling asleep eat Taco Bell at 9 PM, was not fun.

June 2024, accepted new job at hospital with set hours. 10 hour days vs 10-16 hour days. 

July 2024, had my Jeep wrecked by a 17 y/o that couldn't wait a while 30 seconds to get their shitty fast food chicken.

August 2024, told my Jeep was being totaled out. She was the first new vehicle I bought.

October 2024, Finally found my new Jeep. One of my dream vehicles.

November 2024, started my usual drinking during the holidays, except it hasn't stopped.

December 2024, my 2nd Yule alone, except I was working that day. I'll take that holiday pay!

January 2025, became a skeleton crew at hospital. Barely enough of us to cover 6 floors. Stressed out enough I didn't know if I needed a regular vacay or a grippy sock vacay. Drinking continues.

May 2025, boyfriend should be home soon, and I should be happy and drinking less, but I'm not.

Basically it comes down to this. Music, friends that became family, the cats, and the gods are the only reasons I'm still alive.

We're all going through shit. Some of us have taken it on better than other. Some of us wake up at 0100, be at work no later than 0245, mask through our pain, til 1300 (1 PM), to come home and drink ourselves to sleep, because it works better than anything OTC we can get.

TLDR: Be kind to people. You never know what they're really going through.😿