Sometimes it's just too easy to wallow in self pity; when I'm having a bad day and not coping, the first thing I think of is indulging myself and thinking that everyone, everywhere is so much better off than I am. I'm tempted to start drinking quite early in the day, and I have to fight like crazy to stop myself from doing it. I had one of those days yesterday. Then my husband came home and told me about a colleague of his whose neighbor's son had fallen in with a bad crowd, and now he's using and dealing, and his parents have lost track of him again. This kid is just 14. The Police seem incapable of dealing with these drug barons and pushers, and these kids that fall into the wrong hands rarely come out the other side of it. It just makes me so angry, and yet I'm so grateful that at least tomorrow there's a chance I will feel better; but this kid's parents must be in the depths of despair every day he's out there.