Growing up, my grandpa was the kind of grandpa that would encourage me to pick up a baby chick, knowing very well the mother hen would chase me across the yard. He was the kind of grandpa that would have me touch an electric fence, just so I knew it wasn’t a joke. But laugh […]Read More THE REMIX IS BETTER THAN THE ORIGINAL
Fuck depression. Fuck feeling like a professional victim. Fuck wanting to feel something different but only feeling nothing at all or too much all at the same time. I know I have stopped drinking, but I will always be called an alcoholic. Also, I know I’ve been doing better mentally, but I’m still fucked up. […]Read More NO MO SO SHO
My son gets frustrated daily with his struggle to do certain things. Simple tasks like opening a bag of chips, walking long or even short distances, or writing with a pen are more difficult for my son. Not only does he deal with not being able to do some things like other kids his age, […]Read More Today Was A Day
I strive to be as open and authentic as possible. It is easier to do than you would think. You just need to take a deep breath and trust people. Trust that people will see you for all the shit you might be in and the crap you fought so hard to get out of. […]Read More When Trauma Causes Trauma and Trauma Fucks Trauma Unwillingly.
Social media is fucked. The days of speaking with someone face-to-face are done; only knee-jerk reactions and re-posts with ill-informed commentary. I too have fallen for the narcissistic lies that we tell ourselves. We want to be heard, counted and included. And on the other hand, we find a way to require like-minded ‘followers’ and […]Read More Insignificant
I never thought I could go a single day without a beer. ………… Who fucking cares? Why is not ingesting a beverage such a big deal? Sure, it makes sense to take care of myself but why tell people? Why make a big deal? Why care? Sobering up has clarified a lot around me. Without […]Read More 60 Days Dry
We are all truly alone. Our thoughts, feelings, and beliefs are only our own. Muddied between the darkness and the clarity of what brings us sadness and what we find sacred. I find no hope in other people’s reality for me. No peace. Only Solitude. Unwanted Darkness. Again. And again. I wish I cared less.Read More Wednesdaze