sobriety.revelations.reckoning
I can count on one hand how many days I’ve wanted to drink, or smoke. But when it happens, it’s full force. One was yesterday. Sitting on the beach watching the world dance. Saw two older women (I should be so lucky to look like this at 55, they were on the private beach and […]
When I used to work at the humane society we’d call incoming mixed breed mutts ‘Heintz 57’s’. Spoiler alert: dogs of no discernible breed, who end up at shelters through no fault of their own, fucking rock. A ton of shelters now have ‘weekend getaway’ fostering so you can grab a dog or cat, smother […]
8 weeks. I’m not thinking about drinking, or smoking (although someone was smoking when I was walking back from the beach this morning and I took a good long inhale) but for some reason I have literally not stopped crying for like 48 hours. There’s some deep well of loneliness in me that I don’t […]
