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This is a love story*
(*Because it’s not the kind they write poems about. Unless the poem ends with “…and then…
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S Note 11
Still Under the Asterisk* I didn’t set out to get sober. That’s the first thing you…
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Asterisk
Maybe I should’ve started here. With the word I tiptoe around, the one that shifts the…
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Unoccupied Mind
There is absolutely nothing I feel compelled to write about right now – and what a rare and…
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Regrets
Regrets are like emotional duct tape – slapped on everything, holding together the parts of our…
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just like me, Sofia wasn’t planned
But neither was healing – and here we fucking are. I wasn’t planning on getting a…
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Sobriety, Survival & other F Words.
It’s weird, isn’t it? The way we stay. In places that bruise us. With people who…
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S Note 10
You Can’t Outrun What You Won’t Name Saying “I’m an addict” is easy.People say it all…
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The Rain Can’t Reach Me Here
I don’t think I’ve ever met someone who genuinely hates the rain. Not the chaotic, sideways kind that…
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I Like Myself Sober
I got sober because I was tired of waking up in panic mode, tired of the…