
One Hour Closer to Being Free
I used my last bit of dope in a parking lot outside of Papa Johns.
I wrote that sentence inside of an AA meeting…
And I’m not sure what’s supposed to be written next: Continue reading One Hour Closer to Being Free
I used my last bit of dope in a parking lot outside of Papa Johns.
I wrote that sentence inside of an AA meeting…
And I’m not sure what’s supposed to be written next: Continue reading One Hour Closer to Being Free
When heroin is removed, all that remains is the obsession.
When you don’t have it, you’re antsy and anxious and depressed. You can’t enjoy the weather, people, music, movies, or art.
The idea that people can be outside mowing the lawn, or talking on the phone, or smiling and laughing is unfathomable. Continue reading Rock Bottom
I decided that I hated everything about Alcoholics Anonymous about thirty seconds into the meeting. My ego did not like to admit to being vulnerable, even in a place where vulnerability is not only welcomed, but encouraged… Continue reading Anonymous Submission
I went to an AA meeting and opened my mouth to share…
“Well shit…I guess I’m sharing…”
10 seconds of silence.
“I seem to notice patterns”
Fuck…what? What the hell does that even mean? Keep it on topic buddy, talk about yourself… Continue reading Thanks for Letting Me Share