Blowing Smoke

I started writing a year ago.  At that time, I was a mess.  I look around now and see that the more things change, the more they stay the same.  When I started writing, I was going to “figure my shit out”, but I’ve come to realize that my life is more akin to the... Continue Reading →

The Elephant in the Room

The Universe Herself seems to be beating me about the head to write. So, here I am.  Last night, I watched this video where Joe Polish beautifully, eloquently, and genius-ly speaks about his addictions. You know how, when you buy a new car, you suddenly see your car everywhere, but before you had never noticed it? Or,... Continue Reading →

I Am Not Swirling the Drain

((Long one, sorry...have a lot on my mind today)) Flight is typically my base response.  I detach, numb, or escape.  I also tend to schism or compartmentalize.  This is an extremely dangerous way to live.  It provides an illusion of comfort, because whatever the trigger is no longer exists in your consciousness, but it dictates... Continue Reading →

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