I hear you sister. Wrote personal history of the martini here where I always said I had 1 (hefty ) martini a night but I kept topping it off so it really was probably more like 5. Bad stretch of life, hard road as a woman, kids in their 'you can't make this stupid shit up.' gets you every time but you're writing fine about it so it'll be ok
I see it as a train, daughter, that suckety-suck -suck. And not the little engine that could, but the tired old freight train that can NOT pull this load one god damn more minute. It's hard being everything everywhere all the time with that riff like white noise surrounding you. But you got this, we got this. Not easy, sometimes, hell, most fo the time, not fun, but damn doable. xoxo
Giving not only your family and friends but all of us the gift of so much of yourself is frightening amazing I have nowhere near your courage but thank you.
Although your struggle is not my struggle nevertheless it still adds hope
Wow. So much of this resonates with me and countless others who go all-in with almost everything in life instead of feeling satisfied with moderation, and who seek release. I discovered your newsletter because I’m reading The Meth Lunches and I’m in awe of your reporting and first-person writing. Keep it up! And remember, the next morning of any night, you won’t regret abstaining; you’ll feel good and relieved. Hang on to that vision of feeling good the next morning.
I’d love to use some words to tell you how much I appreciate what you wrote here, but I’m afraid I’d just mess up what I want to say. So, just ... thank you. For all of it.
I hear you sister. Wrote personal history of the martini here where I always said I had 1 (hefty ) martini a night but I kept topping it off so it really was probably more like 5. Bad stretch of life, hard road as a woman, kids in their 'you can't make this stupid shit up.' gets you every time but you're writing fine about it so it'll be ok
I see it as a train, daughter, that suckety-suck -suck. And not the little engine that could, but the tired old freight train that can NOT pull this load one god damn more minute. It's hard being everything everywhere all the time with that riff like white noise surrounding you. But you got this, we got this. Not easy, sometimes, hell, most fo the time, not fun, but damn doable. xoxo
Giving not only your family and friends but all of us the gift of so much of yourself is frightening amazing I have nowhere near your courage but thank you.
Although your struggle is not my struggle nevertheless it still adds hope
Kim. Your writing is just so gloriously good. Thank you for always sharing everything. 💓
Happy New Year Kim! I am proud of you. We are all works in progress❤️
Wow. So much of this resonates with me and countless others who go all-in with almost everything in life instead of feeling satisfied with moderation, and who seek release. I discovered your newsletter because I’m reading The Meth Lunches and I’m in awe of your reporting and first-person writing. Keep it up! And remember, the next morning of any night, you won’t regret abstaining; you’ll feel good and relieved. Hang on to that vision of feeling good the next morning.
Amazingly moving piece
Oof, this hits me so hard. I feel this deeply. Thank you for writing - as always, but especially for this one.
Sis, love you!!! ❤️
I love the way you write. Thanks for this!
I’d love to use some words to tell you how much I appreciate what you wrote here, but I’m afraid I’d just mess up what I want to say. So, just ... thank you. For all of it.