Confession:
I made a pact with my daughter, my son, and several other people, not to drink the entire month of January.
When we all shook on it Dec 5th, it wasn't a problem, I was totally committed.
But now it's Dec 28th and I feel fucked.
I want/need to stop.
My weight and health have been compromised because of my consumption.
But I am going to be honest.
I am not where I want to be in my life, and drinking has helped me deal.
Or so I think.
I have accomplished so much this year...more than I ever expected in terms of finances and in my profession.
I am searched and sought, I have clients for miles, I am respected and praised.
Schools, Police, Dr.'s, Teachers, City planners, Lawyers and more seek my services.
I feel so blessed and privileged to have the talents and gifts I do,
to be able to help people be healthy and to have a greater quality of life.
But the one thing I desire, eludes me.
And that is freedom.
I have always belonged to someone.
To my molesters.
To my rapist.
To a boy, a man, a husband.
I have been a mom since I was 16.
Married since 18, and a wife/mate/lover/ partner to several since then.
I just want to belong to...me.
To me and Sebastian.
No one else.
I feel depressed and sad.
And I can't back out of this pact.
And I feel like I am going to go mad with trying to find a distraction.
Will it be food?
Music?
Massage into the late hours?
Driving?
Restless nights spent on the couch?
Thank God for U2 and The Verve...they are blessed angels in disguise.
I want 2009 to make a decision for me.
But I know the truth.
I want to drink to forget.
So do I show my strength by keeping my pact, or go fucking mad with knowing I'd rather be somewhere else?
I am a strong person...strong willed, strongly independent, strong in so many ways...
But I feel weak against the circumstances of where I am.
Does anyone know what I am talking about?
Can anyone give me help and understanding?
I want to be 100% Jase.
Not 80.
Not 98.
100.
Yet I feel me slipping away more and more everyday.