I've had a shocking last few months and it's getting worse. I won't say why because my specific combination of circumstances would be quite outing, but it's a combination of a close bereavement, DC and another close relative's serious illness and some relationship problems.
Over the bank holiday I went out with a group of friends and had quite a lot to drink. I mean, I stayed upright and I didn't disgrace myself, but I was definitely a bit staggery. For a few hours life was good again.
I know it won't solve anything, but my issues aren't things that are going to be solved - the relationship thing is done with, but it's still sad and the other things will run their course and the outcome will be what it will be, I can't change anything, so a few hours escape from it all was a good thing in my book and I'm starting to think about who might keep me company while I do it again this weekend.