So, you send them a text. So, they don’t text back. I always wondered why, until I figured it all out.
Recently, I’ve been struggling with my mental health. For the first time, it seems too much. Don’t get me wrong, I want to live. That’s all I want to do.
The American Reality is fear, and fear alone. Despite the change of location, or face, or reason, there is one thing that binds us.
Happiness is imperfect, and sometimes false, but it remains the greatest gift that any of us can give to another.
Today, I am one year sober. While my climb to this point has been Sisyphusean, I have stopped blaming myself, and have taken my own life back.
Reading today’s headlines has pushed me to write this. Addiction is much more than what we use, it’s the world that swirls around it.
The sight of my country tearing itself apart is hard to watch. Especially sober. But, while it’d be easy to self-medicate to numb the reality, Trump’s not going to get me.
Friend, I know you’re struggling. I know, because I’m in the same place as you.
In the wake of the sexual allegations waved at him, Morgan Freeman claims that he has done nothing wrong. To be fair, we’ve all thought that, and we need re-education.
Depression, I’ve discovered, never goes away. However, recognising that, matters. It’s ok not to be ok.
In many situations, 2017 could have been my last year, and it would have been by my design. However, in 2018, things are different. There is hope and there is renewal.