I didn’t want to know
There’s this fear when you get sober, this overwhelming fear of losing your freedom. It’s easy to romanticize the lifestyle as being free, an experience of rebellion coated with substances abound. I get it. There’s not a lot of other obligations to uphold when your priority is always to get high again. The vulnerability ofContinue reading “An Ode to Freedom”
The Tragedy of an Overdose Today, is international Overdose Awareness Day. I have struggled to find the words to begin. A lump in the back of my throats hangs stagnant, and I almost feel defeated. Almost. Instead, I feel anger. Angry that we have to devote an entire day, to the awareness of a disease. AContinue reading “The Tragedy of an Overdose”
When you’re in recovery, your friends die. Your friends die, a lot. That may seem brash, or cold, or dehumanizing; But I promise it isn’t. It’s a truth that I came to live with, the reality. Each death, while still heartbreakingly tragic- became less and less shocking. I was growing increasingly complacent. Until, that is,Continue reading “Cody’s Miracle”
Finding the courage to create change, instead of resisting it.