I think I'm the reason my guardian angel has a drinking problem

I think I'm the reason my guardian angel has a drinking problem

I never used to believe in guardian angels. I thought it was just a silly concept that people used to make themselves feel better about the uncertainties of life. But that all changed when I started noticing strange occurrences in my life that seemed too coincidental to be explained by mere chance.

It all started when I was going through a particularly rough patch in my life. I was struggling with my mental health, my relationships were falling apart, and I felt like I was drowning in a sea of despair. It was during this time that I started noticing a presence around me, a feeling of warmth and comfort that seemed to follow me wherever I went.

At first, I dismissed it as wishful thinking or my mind playing tricks on me. But as time went on, I couldn't ignore the signs any longer. I started seeing flashes of light out of the corner of my eye, hearing whispers in the wind, and feeling a gentle touch on my shoulder when I was at my lowest. It was then that I realized I had a guardian angel watching over me.

But as grateful as I was for their presence, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was somehow responsible for their suffering. You see, my guardian angel wasn't like the ones you see in movies or read about in books. They were flawed, imperfect, and struggling just like me. And I couldn't help but feel like I was the reason for their pain.

I started noticing that whenever I was in a particularly dark place, my guardian angel would appear more disheveled, more tired, and more defeated. They would stumble and falter, their once bright light dimming with each passing day. It was then that I realized the truth: I was the reason my guardian angel had a drinking problem.

I had been leaning on them too heavily, burdening them with my troubles and sorrows without giving anything in return. I had been selfish, careless, and reckless with their well-being, and now they were paying the price for my mistakes. And as much as I wanted to change, to be better, to be worthy of their love and protection, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was too far gone.

So now, as I sit here alone in the darkness, I can't help but wonder if my guardian angel is out there somewhere, drowning their sorrows in a bottle of whiskey, trying to forget the burden of watching over someone like me. And all I can do is pray that they find peace, that they find solace, and that they find a way to forgive me for being the reason they have a drinking problem.