Free Bird.

Perhaps there's a whole world awake at this time, but i'm a new one to the 2am sunday morning posting.
So, M revealed that she has a £450 per week cocaine addiction, alongside dropping the odd pill (or three) and the odd heroin binge too. Oh, and the crystal meth.
The kids have been taken from her. The besutiful, sweet kids, little C & T.
It's gonna be fucking hard, we all know it is.

I lay there tonight listening to the sound of sorrow, back to the floor i felt like i was melting into the earth. At one with the disaster and distruction and ugliness, innocence and purity and beauty of mother earth. Will Lady Luck visit soon? We could all do with a little bit of a luck, it seems lately. And a bit less of the cocaine.
All i can think of is leaving, being set free like a cagefull of butterflies to roam the planet and live life as they like.
Little by little. One day at a time. One painful memory exorcised at a time. First the abortion, then the depression, drugs last of all... that's the one that hurts most and the one that's most private to me. It'll take a long time for those one's to come out.
Meanwhile, i'll just carry on happily plodding along, taking life as it comes, following the twists and turns, remembering that the only way is up.