Today, as much as I try to think strong, it’s almost impossible. As much as I would like to keep up the positive vibe on these pages, the path to Sobriety is not always so. We all still have our bad days, and they need documenting too. And if this is to be an entirely honest mirror of my thoughts, it does belong here. Ultimately, this blog is not only my diary, but my safe, anonymous, purge space, and things do seem easier to deal with when I have expelled all my thoughts here. Then they are…

OK, 2 hour daily morning panic attack over, masses of coffee consumed and all work done. I can't go to the gym as I went yesterday for the first time since August (and now ache more than a one legged marathon runner...)

So there you go.. My X had an abortion because she was unhappy in her work and instead of seeing it as a wonderful occasion, used it as her way out of the rat race and fulfil her fairy-tale and become a full time writer! When her demands were not met, she moved on…