Panic
I can feel it building up. I am surrounded by the chaos and mess left from my drinking. Unpaid bills. No money until Monday. My car desperately needs a service, new tyres, to be cleaned. I have belongings still at my mothers and brothers from my recent move. No washing machine and a staggering pile of washing to catch up on. Phone calls I need to make. Mail I need to sort through. My car smells like beer. My house is still unpacked fully.
How did I get to this? Why did I allow this to happen? I could scream.