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, […]
I have so much that I have wanted to say in the last couple days. Per usual, words escape me when I begin a new post, unless I’ve written down any of the shitshow playing through my head through the day. Every struggle is prolific. These confusing realizations steam up my always-dirty glasses with rancid, […]
Here are some thoughts that were running through my head during group today. I was working on a longer blog this morning, so more will come tonight. Hold me to it. December 13, 2019 Who thinks it is cool to die from meth? From addiction, self-sabotage, pressing the “destruction” button on life? Me. That’s a […]
Wrote a lot the day before my detox discharge. An anxious mind may ramble, but what are the true contents? Apprehensive hopefulness.
The more sober I become, the more over-thinking that is done.
I was so close to leaving detox early. Thankfully I didn’t
Third night into my third detox attempt.
Here we go again, folks!
Detox days, meth style; without so much of the whore.
Sudden instinct answers the question before a verbal response could even be constructed.
I have a question questions for all those fortunate souls that have “found themselves,” or those that can give the stale advice of “find yourself.” When did you know you were no longer lost? What mundane motherfucking second in your normal day did the thought hit you, “I am whole…”? I am so inquisitive to, […]
