I drank to keep myself company when my partner was continually travelling and absent, in body and soul.
I drank to give me something to lean on during the 4-8pm intense hours of babies.
I drank to forget a pivotal life change.
I drank to provide the cocoon of a hug.
I drank to fill cracks and I hoped the liquid would set and smooth a surface.
I drank and he was still gone.
I drank and 4-8pm still took endurance.
I drank and the memory became stronger.
I drank and the hugger was busy searching for her own.
I drank and the liquid did not set. The cracks remained.
And so I tried without drinking.
Habits take time. Clarity began.
Everything hurt much more.
But now I had a chance to find the plaster box and begin to mend.
The room above the garage
A Moodscope member.