Mental Wellness Arrives…
I got to feeling better and better mentally as the day progressed after a rough start last night and this morning. I managed to get a shower, shave, and cook a very, very good supper this afternoon. I cooked a pan of delicious cornbread and made some vegetable beef soup. I have also straightened the house up some despite dad being gone – doing little odds and ends like taking out the trash and sweeping my hardwood floors. I wanted the house to look good for Charlie to come.
Maggie has also been blissfully on the porch all day barking at anything that would walk by. It is comforting to know she is out there and looking out for the house and I. I had all my doors open and screened in porch wide open as well so anyone could have just walked in without her watching.
George came by the house this afternoon after sleeping all day. He said he was going to play his usual poker game tonight at the shot house.
“Are you going to drink?” I asked already knowing the answer.
“You better damn well bet I am,” he replied. “I need a drink bad!”
“Why don’t you go to the 8pm Lagrange meeting with me?” I asked heart fully. “I will drive us if you go with me. It is usually my bedtime, but I will go if you will go.”
“I’ll honestly think about it,” George said eating the last of the cold pizza from the fridge. “I really want to get drunk, though.”
George is supposed to call me back around seven and let me know if he is going. I hope he does. He’s done so well about not drinking lately and I would hate to see him fall again. I understand completely, though, and don’t judge him harshly. Last night, when I was so mentally unwell, all I could think of was something to drink to calm my nerves and my mind.