Remember in the 90’s when Heroin chic was the look? Kate Moss weighed 100 pounds at 5 foot 7. She was the waif.The 90’s version of the original Waif. Twiggy was actually the first original waif model. But anyhow, Kate … Continue reading
I’ve learned from reading Pema Chödrön that the past is gone. It can’t come back. It can live like ghosts in our minds if we let it. My mind has been haunted as far back as I can remember. If … Continue reading
It’s time for a realness in my blog. Early 2017 I was trying to show through pictures of food and drinks that I was some kind of Donna Reed- that threw in info about my past drug use now and … Continue reading
I never hear from or see my youngest brother anymore. It’s been like that for the past year give or take. Until this past Tuesday. I saw him when I came to his house to pick up his two little … Continue reading
There’s a wild beast inside me that I’m trying to lay to rest. It misses the days of excessive drinking and pill popping and lines of Coke off bathroom counters. It’s trying to make me believe that I had wonderful times, I was the belle of the ball, and my hair looked lucious and shiny. I can feel the beast coursing through my veins making my body itch- giving me a terrible urge to scratch my porcelain skin until I free it from within. My hair was never shiny and I was no belle at any bar. But titos on the rocks with a lemon was so good. Face cringingly good. And all the Xanax and all the Vicodin, I can picture my hand throwing the blue and white poison into my mouth. Swallow it all down with the beer I’m drinking with the titos. Talk to a few random strangers – that aren’t really strangers because I’ve seen them out at a bar or somewhere before. And one of them knows someone I know, somehow. So when I’m invited into the unisex bathroom to blow a line up my nose to wake up – I go happily. Trying to figure out how many more drinks I’ll have to pay for myself for the rest of the night.
And then I think, “i read somewhere that every time you black out it’s a sign of your brain being flooded with alcohol. And the more you black out, the closer you are to never waking up again..”
My hand sits on my collar bone and I feel alone and scared. The beast is gone. That thought was the equivalent to hitting the beast over the head with a shovel.
I hate it when the beast comes around. And I hate what I have to think about to make it go away.
Ahh. Sober life.
“In biology, poisons are substances that cause disturbances in organisms, usually by chemical reaction or other activity on the molecular scale, when an organism absorbs a sufficient quantity.” I’ve taken my fair share of drugs. I’m not referring to the … Continue reading
It’s been awhile since I’ve taken any Vicodin. At my last pain management appointment I simply told the nurse practioner (when she asked if I needed my norco refilled), “if it’s around, I’m going to take it. Why take Tylenol when … Continue reading