i no longer count the days. hours, maybe.minutes- sometimes.years, absolutely.but not days, not anymore. i no longer pick up chips,keychains,birthday cakes.a day is a day (is a day) but one day at a timemeans they tend to blur together- as maybe they should. years,...
Trigger warning: mentions of abuse, domestic violence, addiction, and suicide. What is PTSD? When you experience a trauma, your brain prioritises danger responses (getting your heart rate up, preparing to fight or run, etc) rather than processing what’s...
Three years sober Quayside, NCL Surgery day Post-surgery Starting my own business, Brilliant Estate Planning The coast Artists in Recovery show at Tynemouth Preparing for my first ever show Out with business friends A birthday party Best friend Two year wedding...
I haven’t written anything in a while.People have been asking me why. At this point, I have so much to say I don’t know how to say it.I worry about saying too muchOr not enough,Police sirens whirr through my mindMaking creativity impossible. I fear...
