• This is a love story*

    (*Because it’s not the kind they write poems about. Unless the poem ends with “…and then…

  • S Note 11

    Still Under the Asterisk* I didn’t set out to get sober. That’s the first thing you…

  • Asterisk

    Maybe I should’ve started here. With the word I tiptoe around, the one that shifts the…

  • Unoccupied Mind

    There is absolutely nothing I feel compelled to write about right now – and what a rare and…

  • Regrets

    Regrets

    Regrets are like emotional duct tape – slapped on everything, holding together the parts of our…

  • just like me, Sofia wasn’t planned

    But neither was healing – and here we fucking are. I wasn’t planning on getting a…

  • Sobriety, Survival & other F Words.

    Sobriety, Survival & other F Words.

    It’s weird, isn’t it? The way we stay. In places that bruise us. With people who…

  • S Note 10

    You Can’t Outrun What You Won’t Name Saying “I’m an addict” is easy.People say it all…

  • 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…

  • I Like Myself Sober

    I got sober because I was tired of waking up in panic mode, tired of the…