On January 9, 2013, I wrote a post titled “Back to Black”. That post can be read here. There’s nothing so insidious but the disease that keeps telling people they need pain to be creative. I believed that lie for too long. I basked in this misery for years. And for what result? I lost…
Quietly back home, I listen to the silence of my apartment. The fridge is humming in the kitchen. The small feng shui fountain drips quietly by the bathroom. I’m sitting here in my pajamas, writing away my thoughts, so that they would leave me alone. My mind enters a blur I know all too well.…
It’s all in the making of a thought. I don’t give it much power, but as the thought grows, it builds a personality of its own like a monster hiding under my bed. Soon enough, the thought is bigger than me, and controls everything I do. I don’t own the ability to stop the process.…
Well, who would have thought I’d write my 200th post about going to an AA meeting, huh? I certainly didn’t. I must say I felt very nervous about going. I didn’t know what to expect, plus my depression had taken a serious toll on me for the past few days, and the urge to drink…
I attended my first group meeting today – three hours talking about addiction. After leaving the meeting, I felt happy. I found a place where I can openly talk about my issues, where I can let go of the pain that eats me every second of every day. I’m not choosing sobriety, I’m not choosing…
The Manicheans 