Goddamn migraine risk; craving blinding inebriation.
BackstoryAlas, not worth the risk. Not even a risk, would be a certainty. If I suffer any more pain (and accompanying helplessness) in such a short time, I will fold and break.
Thus, water, meditation, writing, and sweet sweet solitude. Pour that solitude all over me. So sweet. Peaceful. Is it enough to mend my wounds? Doubtful, but it's a start.
Now, if I wasn't so crippled with exhaustion (physical and emotional), I could actually employ and enjoy this time. Alas...