@LadyShadow the Limp Bizkit song "Break Stuff" is on repeat in my mind when the cycle is cycling, so your post is incredibly relatable. Screaming into pillows and hiding in the middle of the woods is how I cope with that.

@Nammu, for sure don't feel like you're doing anything wrong for doing what you can to keep out of the drama. Hell, I feign ignorance too, but it's more so I get everyone's perspective without anyone adjusting their story based on what I know. Pretty interesting stuff!

Bo's hearing is shyt. He only responds if we yell his name or "boods?" loudly, and even then it's like his sense of direction of where the sound came from is off. I don't know what exactly happened but there was a trail of blood on the ground and I know it wasn't me, and it couldn't have been my mom because it was fresh and she had been out a while.

Struggling massively with alcohol cravings. I don't usually use the word "cravings" because I save that for the days I don't drink when in active addiction or when I'm stopping (again), but I'm using it right now.

I really wanted to go hiking tomorrow, but I have to drop stuff off at the Housing Authority so I can't really hit any trails until after I do that, and it's a stupid good weather just a little windy so anything exposed is probably not a good idea, and the trailheads for the hikes I'm considering will most definitely be filled by the time I get there. Seems like a good excuse to get wasted to me.