The 29th almost here. in Done drinking.

20 years. This night the 28th as mom was bringing me food at the psych ward. She was going over the big bridge before getting to the hospital when she got a call on her cell phone saying her dad was on the way to the hospital having a heart attack. When she got to me she was a mess but still ate with me for 20 minutes. Before heading to the hospital her dad was at an hour away.

To this day she has an anxiety attack going over that bridge. And I hate myself for the next week.