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Category Archives: recovery
Seven-hundred and Thirty-one Days
Two years ago tonight I went to bed stoned for the last time. Tomorrow morning will be two years since my last hit. Friday I will count two years clean. Two years! So much has changed. Here I am. I’ve … Continue reading
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Tagged addiction, character, clean time, dreams, inventory, love, miracle, moving, relationships
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the tears i never cried
I wrote last night about grief. I really didn’t want to go to my meeting tonight. I’ve got a headache and I’ve been in a funk all day. I’m working on sorting poems into themes for potential manuscripts. I intended … Continue reading
12 Things I Hate About 12-Steps
1. It only works if I work it. You mean I can’t just randomly go to two or three meetings a month and get cured? I actually have to do make it a priority and work?! That’s a four letter … Continue reading