
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
The direction of my life is completely out of my control. I cannot prevent my gut, or my intention. My own desire to write the thing I wish I could read. I’ve found myself contemplating ideas of purpose. Ideas of success. Analyzing and interpreting what these words mean to me. What I want and how to achieve it.
The thing is, I have a dream. I want to be an author. Continue reading “Detox, Recovery, and the Pursuit of a Dream”