addiction & recovery

 

I got sober on January 1st, 2016. Before and since, life has been a hell of a roller coaster. I’ve written during panic attacks in the depths of addiction, and while riding the pink cloud in early recovery. It’s all real, it’s sometimes shit, sometimes great, and it all passes.

I’ve written about others’ addiction as well, such as growing up with an alcoholic father, and the ongoing ripples that effect the lives of myself and my family to this day.

I hope that my experience can help others, including those fighting their own battles with addiction or family members of addicts. Addiction isn’t easy to understand, and it tears lives apart, but there is always hope. Anyone can change if they want to.

Some selections include Trigger Warnings for descriptions of sexual assault and domestic violence.

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recovered

recovered

The term ‘recovered’ in this poem is used in jest. In it, I compare a family member coming out of surgery into a recovery room to recovery from addiction.

today

today

Today is about recovery, and relapse and slipping. It’s a message of encouragement to those who struggle and a reminder to forgive yourself.

wasted

wasted

Wasted is a poem I wrote about my addiciton and why I continued to drink even though I knew it was killing me. That was part of the draw.