The Singer & The Drink
Jeff My addiction lives between my ears and it’s a liar. It feeds my ego, myself-centeredness, and self-esteem. It told me that I was a better person when I drank. That…
Alcoholism
Freedom
Shame, Shame, Shame. Those words have rung in my ears for as long as I can remember. It’s an all-consuming force that has surrounded me and oppressed me. Disconnecting me…
I’m My Own Worst Therapist
Wherever I go, there I am. I’ve slowed down and caught up with myself. I have been running my entire life and now there is no place to hide. I…
A Brown Bag
October 2022 I shuffled down the hallway under the florescent lights and smell of disinfectant carrying a brown bag with a few days’ worth of clothes. No belts, no shoes…