The (Not So) Sober Diaries

The power of words, lyrics, and seeing myself in success.

Man. I remember a few weeks ago…words were just the hardest thing to come by. They just…they weren’t there. My brain, my mind, my thoughts…they weren’t connected. And they certainly weren’t speaking any truths to my hands. But lately, these most recent days, the words are right there. They’re all just right there. I feel

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Hurt hurts.

I hate myself for what I cannot do on my own. And I’m hurt that I’ve voiced, expressed, and even somewhat pleaded my desire to get sober. Or at least get back to my baseline. Because the rate at which I’m drinking far more than my agreed upon “stable and average” is increasing dangerously fast.

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