IF YOU'VE BEEN FEELING DEPLETED, READ THIS

This applies to everyone…..single moms; moms that are either married or in a committed relationship; dads; grandparents; aunts; uncles……whatever you’d like to call yourself. I’m a mom— A FULL-TIME MOM. AND I’M A PROFESSIONAL. I’m a Designer, Writer and a licensed Mortgage Loan Officer. I fucking do it ALL, baby. And doing “it all” sometimes leaves me absolutely fucking depleted. Here’s the deal—

I TRIED REALLY HARD NOT TO CRY

Gary V says that every bit of your content should add value. I agree, but….here’s the but…..sometimes my content is just random thoughts….like right now— I mean, it’s a blog.i watched a movie tonight called “Puncture”. I was a bit concerned because it said “Lawyer battles his own inner demons”…..that attorney was a drug addict. That attorney died at the end…..I knew he would. He was shooting up heroin; doing coke; pills; drinking…..it was hard to watch him, but it was a good movie— good acting and well directed. Seeing him lie there, dead….dead on his bed…..did not feel good. That’s where my son’s dad was found dead— dead in his bed. He lying there dead for almost 2 days before

I CALLED 911 TONIGHT

Check out how I’m spending my Friday night!! 😮😮😮

😮 I called 911 on these drunk (and/or high) fuckers tonight. They crashed into the curb on the road in front of my home— they hopped the curb, took flight and blew out their front passenger tire.

We get a TON of drunks taking this sharp turn WAY too fast— this is not the first vehicle to wreck here.

Their vehicle was dangerously broken down right in the middle of the road— their vehicle could easily cause ANOTHER wreck sitting there like that!

⭐️ RESULTS SO FAR:

✅ Police Officers 👮‍♀️ arrived on

RABBIT HOLES AND WHATNOT

So, Donnie has been going to daycare for the past 2 weeks— he’s been going 3 days a week right now. My fucking PLAN was to spend most of this “free time” (there’s no free time when you’re a single mom, btw) looking for a Mortgage Loan Officer job and guess what???— that hasn’t happened because I’ve been sick all this week. I’m just feeling frustrated because I have so much stuff to do in a short amount of time— meaning getting all my shit done whilst Donnie is in daycare. Dude, I could give you a ton of examples of all the shit I have to do, but I’ll spare you the drama! lol I guess I just need a hug!!! Awwww! lol Seriously, though…..a hug from a person I love (other than my son) would be nice right about now.

WHAT DOES SELF-CARE LOOK LIKE TO YOU?

Self-care can mean a lot of things to me. For instance, I chose to snack on a bowl of granola cereal instead of inhaling a HUGE Costco pumpkin-strudel muffin— that right there is damn self-care. Btw…..ALL 12 of those delicious muffins were supposed to go to Donnie’s teachers/Directors at his daycare tomorrow. Well, that was the fucking PLAN, untiI

STOP ASKING WHY

You drank because you’re an alcoholic. That’s what we do. Who fucking cares the reason. Just fucking do it. Just fucking GET SOBER.

The more time we spend pondering WHY we drank (or WHY we are still drinking), the closer we are to fucking death. Period.

Look, you can go into depth about the whys and whatnot later....you do that in stepwork, but for now, just don’t fucking think.

That’s where we get ourselves into trouble— we think too fucking much.

YOU’LL EITHER GET SOBER OR YOU WON’T

You’re still drinking because alcohol is still working for you, in a fucked up way. You’re still drinking because you are too scared not to. You’re still drinking because you haven’t found a substantial replacement (ie: God / a higher power) for your liquid courage. Look, alcoholism is a soul sickness. If you’re still drinking it doesn’t mean you’re “weak”, it means you’re fucking sick— it means your soul is sick. And if you’re sober, it doesn’t necessarily mean you’re “strong”. Willpower has absolutely NOTHING to do with addiction and/or recovery.