Last week, I had to go to family court. The experience was what I'd anticipated it to be, so I was prepared for the not especially satisfactory outcome, but it was exhausting. I was so anxious I didn't sleep the night before and I couldn't get rid of the anxiety afterward. It was also traumatic. It felt like an assault. Afterward, I went to a restaurant and had two glasses of wine. Back home, I poured a third, but couldn't finish it. I didn't drink for a few days, but yesterday and the day before, I drank half a bottle of wine. I didn't enjoy it. And I could see where I was heading. Exhaustion is one of my triggers. It robs me of all sense. All I can think about is how desperately I want to sleep. I didn't have a plan in place because this was such an unusual set of circumstances. I know better now. And I'm back on track, I hope, starting today. One day at a time.
