The Cafeteria Timeline

One decision at fifteen quietly wrote the rest of my life, and sometimes I cannot stop wondering about the girl who chose differently.

Readers, I think you discover exactly how not okay you still are when you drink enough for every emotional lock inside you to spring open and your entire life comes pouring out onto someone who was probably expecting a normal Saturday night.

That was me Saturday.

One minute I was functioning like a relatively well-adjusted adult. The next, alcohol had apparently been granted unrestricted access to the Sarah Historical Archives, and I was emotionally unloading decades of heartbreak, grief, bad decisions and unresolved trauma onto another human being.