I have managed to hold the same job for one year. While it is not my ideal job I have managed to keep it and have not gone to work drunk once. It has been one year since I had any wine or volka. This last year has been full of riots, a comical presidency, the death of my Uncle Floyd from COVID, my Aunt is losing her memeory, my Mum has lost most of her teeth, my brother has taken over my Mum’s cabin (her dream re-treat).

My depression waxes and wanes; as does my love for life.