MY PERSPECTIVE | MY STORIES

The Sun Is Still Here

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

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FEAR

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

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Recovery & Stigma​

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​

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The Fall of Love | A Path To Love

   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

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I am one, and they are all

I know I cannot help it Someone asks me what the cost is, I close my eyes, relax my hands and stop What change did you expect? A search is on and you can’t get away from it. Ain't that a six-inch stone in your wheel? Don't you get the shakes when it's gotten too… Continue reading I am one, and they are all

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Death of a relationship | Continue

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

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Seeing Through the Fire

If you are anything like me you like to ask questions that are beyond our comprehension such as What is the meaning of life? Or Why am I here and what is my purpose? There is no satisfaction in asking these questions because we can never find satisfactory answers. Our curious minds often get the better of us… Continue reading Seeing Through the Fire