"The most important thing about recovery is to pass the message on." - Maurice Gibb
Well, I've been down this travelled road,
I've wandered left and right.
Well, now I leave the trail blazin'
Cuz I've lit that fire inside.
And I'm on the search for something real,
Something I can feel.
Something I can hold on to believe in.
And this air I breathe, given as a gift for me indeed.
So I inhale it deep,
When I need a moment to speak with a friend about sensitive matters, the most common response I receive is an: "Aww.. don't worry" or "You will get over it." Those answers might suffice for some, but in my case, both answers annoy me.
12.30.14: The date I met my boyfriend for the first time (I’m not going to use his name for privacy reasons so every time I refer to “him” it’s my boyfriend): It’s safe to say that I am head over heels, crazy in love with this guy. I know a lot of people are going to judge me for this post because I just got the date we met tattooed on me and we have only known each other for less than a year. But before you judge, you should know how much of an impact this guy as made on my life.
and every day can be a misadventure.
On a GOOD day, the world makes sense, and the faces, voices, and strange thoughts bubble quietly on the sidelines. Stress is low and my mind is somewhat clear, like the summer sky with a few overhead clouds of confusion. I look forward to what the day offers. I am eager for the adventure.
Let’s hypothesize that there’s a substance that’s been irritating you and causing problems in all areas of your life: it causes you to be unhappy, to be stressed, to procrastinate, to be distracted, to be angry with people, to be dissatisfied with