GETTING HIGH IS KNOCKING AT MY DOOR

To say the last few days have been hectic would be a major understatement.Yesterday I turned 45,and at this point in time I feel every year of the 45 years.I went on a xanax binge last week,it's been over 3 years since I got loaded and with all the crap going on right now,I felt I needed a break.I'm a guest at my daughters house and the leaese just ran out ,so it's time to move.And it will be this weekend.I've already been given the "find my own place"lecture.And believe me,I wish I did I have my own place.I've NEVER,EVER had to stay at anyone else's house,and I'm so depressesd about the whole situation that I'm in that wanting to go and get high is really tapping me on the back.I've got the money,but I've also got a responsonsibility to my baby Gracie.She's my world,and I'm not going to let a couple of hours of getting hihg,let me lose this dog.Gracie has literally saved my life the last few years,and I owe her alot more than she owes me.Waking-up in the morning with her lay at the end of the bed is the best feeling in the world,NO MAN,CAN EVER,take her place.