I never understood that song by Paul McCartney it’s just another day. I get it now, sadly. I feel all the magic is gone from life. Going thru the motions, doing my exercise, paying bills, eating...but mostly with tears in my eyes. It’s day nine of A.A. meetings for AH, he goes to early morning meetings and then to treatment. Although I’m glad for him, this is not how I want my life with meetings, therapists, tears, lawyers, police, ambulances, fear of going to a restaurant where they serve alcohol....I see a look of fear in his face sometimes when our eyes meet. It’s quiet around here, I’m writing, painting, resting, but it’s nit my best life. I just want this heaviness of depression to lift. I just feel so sad.