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…

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…

An Insight into My Motivational Landscape

My views will not be normal, and they will depart from logical structure and lean into emotional reasoning. I’ve been thinking a lot about the journey across the churning river that held me back. It was a mixture of logic and emotions that were difficult to sort. So many moments created shock waves in my…

Love you lots

I love you lots, I love you more than pokadots, I love you lots, I love you more than tater tots, My love and I had the most interesting response back and forth to each other this morning.

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…