My friend, a neighborhood cat I named Charles. The Neighborhood Cat A year ago, a gray tabby chose me. Not completely. Not all at once. Just enough to start a friendship. Then he disappeared. Part of that was circumstance. Part of it was fear, and whatever fragile bridge we were building collapsed before it was…
Category: depression
PTSD Triggered
Over the past few months, I seem to have drifted away from the original purpose of this blog, and I owe my readers an apology. My mental health has been in a very difficult place lately. I was unexpectedly triggered by news stories involving the USS Abraham Lincoln, the USS George Washington, and other vessels….
Day 1
Number of days sober: 1 I desire to be sober again. Escaping hasn’t worked; it is time to try something new. Pausing for a moment of reflection, it isn’t that escaping didn’t work, it is that I outgrew the tool. I have things I would like to do and they are better done sober.
Wavey Line Wavey Lime
Every atom in the lane of time, Vibrates rhythmically to the mathematical beat of the universe. We eat food, We eat molecules, We eat historical atoms, We eat distant space, We eat the waves that flow between, Down the waves that we are, Into the waves that deteriorate, Into the waste bin it flushes away,…
Heavy Mind, Heavy Heart
A short introspective post: I kind of ramble, these are random thoughts I needed to excise. These last few months have been hard, well the entire year. Multiple deaths happened in my family and in my friend’s family. Severe health issues for people I love have been compounding. Post traumatic flashbacks have been occurring more…
Exploring Options
I’ve recently reopened my dream folder on my computer and have had some interesting ideas spring forth. Before I can allow myself to feel comfortable with the dream, I need to explore why another model of it failed. We were successful in our mission. We excelled at peer to peer groups, financial assistance, and helping…
Not Interested
I’m not interested in financial success. I am interested in the voice of my work carrying hope and the reflection of a man on a recovery journey. I have published some collections and priced them; it is because I think there is value and a different audience. People who won’t take time to peruse a…
From the Well of Life
Deep in this well of pain, Slowly pulling myself up the walls, Foothold after handhold, Upwards, movement, towards the end, Far below the water churns with turbulance, Stones pull and fall away, Crashing below causing waves in, the pool of my emotional balance, Upwards, movement, towards the end, Handhold after foothold, Climbing out the well,…
By Your Side
Your news hit me and my wall came tumbling down, You lay there on the gurney, Calm and serene in chaos, Tubes and wires beeps echo through the passageways, IV hooked to life support, You lost to consciousness through all this effort, Holding your hand tightly a tear slips down, Fear churning inside, Questions and…
