I learned early in life that alcohol isn’t good for coping.
It simply leads to further problems and lots of mistakes.
Instead, I grab a cup of tea and a good murder mystery,
To soothe my nerves and give my restless soul a break.
I sit still and look at the problems from every conceivable angle,
Seeking spiritual guidance more than any secular wisdom.
Then I find that no matter whatever trials may come my way,
I can cope with them, without putting myself in alcohol’s prison.
Written for the Sunday Writing Prompt from Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie. The prompt is a post on coping.