Her life seems so lonely. Hopping countries every few weeks to maintain the same routine, empty "busy-ness" with her bs morning routine and hanging around all day waiting for the next sesh to save her from herself. No stable group of consistent friends, no purpose to her days. A failing business that she's clutching onto because she has literally no other job prospects and is too proud to re-evaluate. No ability to maintain a relationship, a family that enables her alcoholism.