there are many truths to tell.
i'm an addict. i don't drink, drug or eat in moderation. i mustn't drink, take drugs or starve.
i have been drinking, contemplating klonopin, and i have lost weight (trigger alert -- i've been restricting some.)
my addictions get triggered while i'm traveling. my sleep gets screwed, and i want ambien. my brother insists we dine exquisitely at every meal -- i eat less and crave cabernet a whole lot more.
i took a second job selling make-up at macy's. i've suffered over how to tell my brother 1.) i won't be as available to work for him and 2.) i don't want to travel for him anymore.
i've been freaking about this for a couple of weeks. how do i tell him? what do i tell him?
what about the truth?
telling him the truth takes care of me. and how can he rage at my truth?
what about telling myself the truth? i'm an addict. i don't drink, drug or eat in moderation. i can't drink, drug or starve myself.
to be continued...