Heading South

Devastation. I'm devastated. So soon! Drunk some wine last night (a couple of glasses of jucy Sauvignon Blanc) and it all came back haunting me. Why did I drink? Boredom? Routine? Maybe. Don't know. Honestly. And I enjoyed it. But then welcome fear, remorse, guilt, hopelessness, anger, fury, sadness... I refuse to be defeated.