Good morning my lovelies.
I have been reading avidly as always but have not been feeling great due to losing a friend.
One of my oldest and dearest friends died last week, those of you in Scotland may have seen it on the news, she fell from a cliff while out walking with her hubby. The area of ground fell away and she fell 100 ft to her death and he has a broken back. She was 44, very beautiful, charismatic and fearless. We grew up together, went through all the big stuff, weddings, babies, divorce and remained great friends.
I cried for days, for her, her beautiful daughter, her poor Mum and Sister and for myself because the world seems smaller without her fabulous presence.
The hardest part is that during my bipolar breakdown she never gave up on me despite her being in Aberdeen and me in Glasgow, she kept calling, kept texting despite getting nothing back. I was utterly lost then and missed time with her, wasted time.
I keep thinking about the tragedy of it all, losing a life in such a random and tragic way and I suddenly thought drinking myself to death would have been equally tragic if I kept going. Some people don't have a choice on how they leave this world and we do!!!
I have also thought about my own life, my friend travelled the world, lived her fully and was a keep fit fanatic. She never wasted a minute and died doing what she loved most of all, walking with her hubby and their dog.
When I think of the great privilege we have of still roaming this earth I can't help feeling sad that my life is at the moment is repetitive, safe and if I'm honest mundane. I love my sobriety but I have resorted to kinda living in my sober cage, feeling at times great relief and gratefulness to be in recovery from my depression then guilty for resenting the boring, safe life I live.
She left a message on my voicemail last week on my birthday, the day before she died saying that she was really happy to know I was better and that we'd make time to spend more time getting together, sadly that time will never come....
I don't want to live a half life, I hate myself for resenting my dh and kids at the moment, it's like everything is the same but different, I want to honour her by making my life rich and full but I honestly have no idea how....
It also makes me think of all of you and the challenges I know you all face and their horrible tough ones but losing ourselves in drink seems such a waste of the lovely, kind personalities I see on here.
I'm sorry for rambling, her death has hit me hard but I know for a fact she would say "fix your mascara and get out there, the show must go on" coz that's exactly what she would do.
I hope we can all find our way to making the show go on and to damn well enjoy the ride.
Love to all xxx