I got a call yesterday that my step-dad had a massive stroke. His health was very poor as it was and we are not sure if he will make it through this. I really need to get home to be with my mom. While I really do love my step-dad and want and need to be there with my mom some part of my self centered brain started panicking over how I was going to eat properly if I'm at the hospital or anywhere really. My family does not know how to eat healthy or clean. I also wondered if it was wrong to ask for a travel pass from the gym in case I had any time to work out while i was there. I also worry about the booze. I know if he passes it will be a big part of the wake. I know I don't have to drink but I've wanted one since we got the call, just to numb the pain you know (but I've held strong). I just don't want to undo everything I have worked hard for so far. I know it would take a ton of food and booze to put back on the 20 something pounds I've lost so far, but even gaining 5 pounds back for me would be close to devastating. This is going to be very difficult. I left a lot of baggage in that town. When I finally got out I didn't just leave the town or the state, I left the country. Going back there brings back so many things I tried to leave behind. I honestly feel like to survive there, even just for a short time that I will need lots of food, booze, and drugs. Please don't judge me for that. I have come a long ways in nine years. I have a whole new life. The drugs are no longer a part of my life and booze hasn't really been either for a number of years. I just feel like I'm about to walk out of my safe place back into my old life. I'm scared. And every time I have gone back for any reason I have started smoking again. I don't know why I feel like I need a "crutch" just to be there.
I'm a stronger person now. I know I can get through this and stay clean. I think I just needed to purge my guilty thoughts. I feel so bad with him lying there and my mother going through all of this and here I am thinking of ME!
Thanks for listening to my rant, vent, guilt.




