"I had managed to keep my composure in the grocery store, and even when I was putting away my cart back to get my quarter back. But as I drove home, the tears came. I began the ugly cry."
"I know I can’t speak for everyone, but this quarantine has been gasoline to some old habits. I find myself thinking about one more glass of wine, or maybe I could find some old pain pills in the cupboards."
I mean, I am in pain after all.
"I hear a familiar voice yell 'YES!' And then she literally runs to the front. There’s some writing on my to-go bag, but i don’t pay much attention to it. I grab my food and head out the door."
