One Day. One Story.
A Lifetime of Healing.
One.
A story among many.
Darkness, anger, and survival,
memories bleed through,
flickering from one memory to the next
turning the mundane,
every day into a nightmare.
I am ripped from the present
to the past of
anguish and despair
secrets that are
buried within,
the muffled cries
forcing the silence.
I am quiet no more.
I will no longer keep this secret.
I will no longer be trapped in
yesterday’s nightmare.
My Art is in a Virtual Art Show!
My art is in a virtual art show! This exhibit is all about mental health awareness through art. Art is a powerful bridge between the world within and the world outside.
Learning to Love Sober Life
I used only to have one birthday month, and now I have two. The first one is my actual birth month, August, and my second birth month is when I stopped drinking, December. So this December marks three years of sobriety.
Random Thoughts About Stuff
I have a holiday-induced introvert hangover, but I still had to write. Writing is how I get through things like an introvert hangover. But I could barely focus, so I did what I could and dug up some old random thoughts.