Catalyst

When everything you thought you knew is ripped away from you you step back and contemplate how far away you will float. A relapse was a catalyst for another relapse and I couldn’t breathe when it was handed to me. I had to drown and be flipped upside down to realize my tears were aContinue reading “Catalyst”

Losses and Self-Harm

In the last 5 weeks I was fired from a job I loved, my oldest friend commited suicide, I had to move out of my apartment, and my son had to fly back to Colorado. This is a lot. All things considered, I’m doing quite well. It’s a miracle, honestly. With my mixed bag ofContinue reading “Losses and Self-Harm”

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