The universe works in mysterious ways. I have been having a creativity block or something. However, poetry has always come easier to me, so that is what I will do for the next two blog posts – poetry.
Is it writer’s block? Maybe. It’s more that I don’t have the focus for a full length blog post. What do I do? I write poetry that’s what. Why that is my go to answer to my brain block, who knows?
As the holiday season continues to bear down upon me (and all who struggle this time of year), I am very thankful for my hubs, keeping me steady on my wobbly days.
Recovering alcoholics are part of a club. Although I am not sure most of us feel that way, we should. We should be proud of what we have done.
I wasn’t exactly expecting celebratory streamers…okay, maybe I was. I was about to embark on an arduous task. Where were my cheerleaders?
Recovering from alcoholism can be lonely, and there were times when I needed that. I needed to be alone to work through everything that was going on within myself.
I hid my alcoholism for so long because I was high-functioning. People don’t want to spend time with alcoholics or their perception of alcoholics, but if you are high-functioning, you are the life of the party.
This is my story of being a recovering alcoholic. I am three years sober; this was not my first time trying to be sober. However, this is the time that it stuck.
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.
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.