He lives alone, just like I did when I was at my worst. I want to be strong so he knows it gets better.. but i know this is so so bad for me. Gah i'm at a war with myself. He finally ate chili I made for him, he hadn't ate in 4 days.. he's shaking so badly.. and I see that's who I used to be. I'm just so sad. He's sleeping for now, so I put in my headphones and am blaring my music, lit an am going to make my tea, i'm stronger than this, I'm not going to ruin my sobriety over this. I just need to talk it out.. I feel dramatic.. but jeez..
thank you guys for talking to me... it's so amazing to have you all right here.
*big deep breath*