Though it satisfies my selfish mind to align myself, to toe the line, I must move away from mirrored minds and reflective voices on the chorus line shouting "we are right and they are lying." I want my beliefs to be challenged, and you secure enough to be challenged. I want to be without answers and … Continue reading The Sun Is Still Here
Fear of not being taken seriously. Fear of freedom and fear of light. Fear of being superfluous. Fear that you won’t love your enemy. Fear of not loving and fear of not loving enough. Fear that what you love will prove inconsequential. Fear of death. Fear of running out of time. Fear of things left … Continue reading FEAR
I am a recovering alcoholic living with depression, generalized anxiety, and post-traumatic stress disorder. This is not news, but it has been a long time since I have written directly on the topic so I thought I would refresh your memory. My sobriety date is February 11, 2014, and I am without relapse, slip, or … Continue reading Recovery & Stigma
I have a battle on my hands and I know it. Yours is a battle I cannot fight; I can imagine it is an exhausting one. There will be sadness, probably more than there is now, and that's ok. Great sadness is the mark of a great thing being removed from this world, so it is in this sadness I turn to gratitude. Though my words here may cast shadows around my current state, there is no amount of darkness to overwhelm the brightness you have given me.
OUT OF SPITE I LOVED YOU. RESISTING THE TEMPTATION OF REASON IN SPITE OF THEM ALL, I LOVED YOU. OR, I NEVER LOVED YOU IF IT EASES THE TIDE I MUST LOVE SOMETHING, SOMEWHERE. THE DOOR HOLDS, WATCHING … Continue reading The Fall of Love | A Path To Love
If I should be brought before you And am asked to skim the trees To recollect my fondest thoughts Amid a wasteland of memories I should dig deep the shallow trenches I will seek out every eye For my past bear's strong resemblance To the ones I stand before And I will know a soft … Continue reading Death of a relationship | Continue
"If the world were to end tomorrow would you get wasted?" That was the question that got the table laughing and got a resounding "yes" in response from the others. I had just finished chairing a meeting at Bellevue hospital, speaking to those still in the terrifying grips of this illness so the others would … Continue reading My Balancing Act