Grief

For griefs sake Mr. Cheerdafuckup. Fucked up memories. Unlocked closets of mysteries. Grieving the silent self and the suppressed me. Somewhere along the centuries of eternity. We will smile again, so for griefs sake,, Mr. Cheerdafuckup.

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.

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…

Gave me a compliment

What’s the kindest thing someone has ever done for you? A lot of my life has been spent living in emotional pain from loneliness. In high school an English teacher I wasn’t even in class with would stop me in the hall and tell me I was doing a good job and to keep my…

Internal Geography

Thank you to everyone reading from more than fifty countries. This blog has always been about the inner world — the storms, the deserts, the caves, the oceans we carry inside us. Wherever you’re reading from, I invite you to walk these inner landscapes with me and share in the journey they reveal. If you’ve…

Reds Army

I found this cool concept of creating a cast of characters while studying other cartoonist.

Contemplations

Sitting here full of contemplations, Mind ticking through file after file, Stacks of discarded memories hover, Floating about the ethereal regions of far off memory, Grasping at strings, Attempting to fill the gaps with empty boxes, Imaginative speculations leading to paranoid delusions, This or that, tit for tat, Crazily spelunking down cavern walls, Deeper into…