From childhood experiences to personal struggles with various substances, this raw account explores the complex nature of addiction. The author shares five key insights gained from their journey, emphasizing the importance of compassion, honesty, and community in recovery.
I had a difficult time sleeping last night. I kept waking up every hour on the hour thinking that my cat was upset. You see, he was sleeping at my feet, and when he does that I worry about kicking him. I worry so much that it interferes with my sleep. I don’t know why, but I have this odd compulsive thinking that my foot is going to crush his little delicate body and I will wake up to find him a pancake. I know, it’s irrational. Instead of pointing out a trait that I currently value in myself, I…
I’m not much of a fan of today’s writing prompt. If money didn’t matter? Do they mean to ask, “What crappy-paying job would you like?” None, because typically the ones with crappy pay are also crappy jobs. Here’s a list of poorly-paid jobs in America that people might be reluctant to take, even if money wasn’t a primary concern, along with the reasons why: Service Industry Healthcare Agriculture Other Yeah. Screw that. I thought about being a social worker. I thought that would have been an interesting job. I heard about their caseloads though. Yeah, right. I enjoy my current…
Cultural heritage represents a shared bond and sense of belonging within a community. While I have not always felt as though I belonged within the community, I have a deep sense of pride in the history of Queer Rights. I wouldn’t say that I necessarily dedicated time to researching queer history, but I have spent some time watching related documentaries and educational videos online. For example, the Stonewall Uprising. On June 28th, 1969, the police raided a queer bar in New York City. They would do this periodically because the gay community was an easy target for them. Tired of…
Our environment, genetics, and choices intertwine to shape who we are. But which one holds the most power? Through musings on life, compassion, and even a strong cup of coffee, I explore the intricate dance of fate and free will.
A reflection on brand associations turns into a thought-provoking critique of consumer culture, questioning whether brands have become modern-day false idols in Western societies.
What could I do more of? I could do more work. I could do more work on myself. There are a lot of different things that I could do, but I think arguably those are the most pertinent. I could do more for others. I’m struggling to do this. To write for the writing prompt. Instead, I’m enjoying listening to one of my favorite podcasts, And That’s Why We Drink. It’s a paranormal and true crime podcast. Em talks about the paranormal stuff and Christine talks about true crime. They’re an entertaining duo. I’ve been listening to them off and…
Ha! Coffee. Specifically, an iced latte with an extra shot of espresso. That’ll get me going. These days, I don’t know what else gives me energy. I maintain a pretty regular sleep schedule which is surprising considering I don’t have anyone nagging me about it. It’s not the most noble of sleep schedules, I usually get up anywhere from 9AM to 11AM. Usually a little after 10AM. What gives me the energy to get going on the days that I don’t have coffee? Well, the fact that I need to feed myself and my cat, Bubba. Speaking of Bubba, he…
Omg. This is a loaded question. Politics, I guess? Or law in general. I guess I would like to be able to do my own legal litigation. Why? So I know what or how to break the law with an easy scapegoat. No, seriously though. Like, some more knowledge on how stocks/bonds work might be useful. I don’t know, I mean… Ultimately, I think I would like to be more informed in general. What’s difficult is that there is so much fake news out there, that it’s impossible to stay informed on any situation. So, instead, I admit defeat and…
There was something that I wanted to post earlier, but I forgot by now. This is how it goes though, isn’t it? I find myself listening to Adele and drinking a few beers. I don’t know if this will be a short or a long post. I’m lost. And I don’t know how to get myself out. I’m in a situation I would not chose for myself but yet I find myself in. All I can think is how the proverbial “we” is not supposed to end sentences with prepositions. Why is that the most pertinent thing on my mind?…