I'm in a pretty steady up and down pattern right now. Two weeks on, up, positive, and clear. Two weeks wrestling anxiety like two feral cats fighting over a cardboard box. That box is also my head. It's tricky. I mean, I'm in the good two weeks right now, so I use words like tricky. … Continue reading Spirits doing human things, without masks.
My best friend's mom left this comment on a picture I posted years ago. It was a picture of my face, with a giant scrape on my nose. I had fallen on my face. "Take care of you", she said. It took a bit, but I'm trying harder than ever to do that. You too? … Continue reading Take care of you.
I am retiring “laid back” from my list of “ways I want to be”. “At peace” is a way I want to be. But “laid back” is way too close to “chill” which is just another bullshit way of saying “lower your standards”. I'm too sober and alive for that shit. This desirable state of … Continue reading Not a chill girl.
Oh hi, here's me! There's this non-profit I like, Big Vision NYC, and they're doing great stuff in the substance abuse space. They asked me to share a bit of my own story, and a "before and after picture", for their social media pages. My first thought was "Aw, shucks, y'all!" and my next thought … Continue reading Before and happily ever after
When I quit drinking about a year and half ago, I tried drinking NA beers a couple of times and they just made me sad. I did not understand why anyone would drink these, unless they wanted to advertise their drinking problem in social situations. It got me through a few uncomfortable parties, where I … Continue reading NA craft beer: Is it the devil or nah?
It’s been a little over a year since I quit drinking. 3 years since I took a huge leap and left the life I planning with someone else, and went in a completely different direction. Sometimes I look around and realized how far I’ve gone, and how much good stuff I have here, on the … Continue reading You’re not alone in the dark. It’s just dark. Keep going.
I went to Nashville and all I got was a gaudy, blingy half marathon metal and alone time with my boyfriend! OH WAIT. I like that stuff. The things I didn’t get: in a fight on the street with my boyfriend, a hangover, or PADS, an abbreviation my friends and I had for a made-up … Continue reading Traveling sober: Nashville
