Bleed On the Page

This is where you write. This is where you bury the demons. Or let them escape. Or slay them. I don’t want to cry, I’m tougher than that. Right? But I cry. Then I can’t stop crying which allows my friend Panic to stomp on my chest. It really is me. I fuck up people. … More Bleed On the Page

Jumping Track

Recovery…yeah, it’s an ongoing thing. My recovery train jumped track. Obviously, considering last weeks posts. Secrets are like cutting, no one but I see the mangled mess so I can keep it from everyone. Riiiiight. I let things get out of hand for a while there. Drinking perpetuates my self-loathing which makes me want to drink … More Jumping Track