You read it. 35 days sober. 35 sober days. Days consisted of sobriety from meth, and all other hard drugs: Thirty five fucking days. About to dive head first into two jobs. Try to rack up money to do some damage control for my life. I’m almost scared to make good money, because I don’t […]
I’m literally shaken. I’m thankful to be alive. But I probably shouldn’t be. Why can’t I stop shaking? Why am I crying? This didn’t happen to me… but it could have. I walked away from that life. I’m 23 days sober. And now it’s all flooding back into my head. Dam. Kyle. King. Jack. Mistakes. […]
When I discovered the actor Ewan McGregor around the age of 10, I was enthralled. Going through some old books, I found this in the pages of an unauthorized biography on the Trainspotting actor. Yes, it’s mainly innocent and cute. But the earliest hints of sexual desire are clearly there.
I got woken up by this strange nightmare fueled by pizza. Didn’t want to forget this weird one.
18 days sober, and now it gets real tough.
Diaries of a Former Meth Whore. 