How to Cope With a Bad Day

YOU know how it is, one crummy irritation after another. Well, I'd slipped into the habit over the years of letting little things bother me, and nursing the resentment because I wasn't aware of what I was doing to myself. I thought it was bad breaks, special, for me; particularly me. After it was all over I'd look back and see how it happened; the few drinks I belted somehow turned into a few bottles. Afterwards, full of regret and strong intentions, I'd be quite objective. Naturally I flattered myself for being that smart, though I had considerably less respect for myself each time; I could not seem to stop. But there was a breakthrough.