Thoughts scream and attempt to claw their way out from the inside of my skull. Such lacerations affect my whole body existing in a constant daze. My eye lids beg to be sewn shut. Taste buds seemingly pull from memory the agonizing bliss of liquors I should never guzzle again. My throat seems to reminisce […]
During three hours of group therapy three times a week, my mind tends to venture off into limitless depths. I write down some thoughts and keep them all in the composition journal titled, “Vel’s Recovery Woes.” The beginning of the entries are sinister, hopeless and full of tortuous self-pity. Cancerous thoughts of how the fuck […]
I’ve neglected myself for 12 years. At the age of 16, I started drinking and smoking pot. By 21, I was dabbling in psychedelics and willing to try some things once. By 23, I was a full-blown functional alcoholic. By 25, I was looking for any opportunity to get out of my mind by using safe substances. By 26, […]
Diaries of a Former Meth Whore. 