Better late than never...

Here's to hoping that through the process of writing I can enact healing. I'm never that lucky. It is already dark outside I wish it was midnight already.

I'm haunted.

This morbid pain that has been creeping up on me since  last year has grown to the point of physical abuse behind closed doors. I've been sober for a long time now (is 7 months long?) though others would not agree. I'm afraid of my phone ringing, I'm afraid of what I might see in the caller ID...