Dear Alcohol, You took my life apart, piece-by-piece, and destroyed it. At first I didn’t notice it was you – it couldn’t be, because you were my friend.
It is now 4:15 am. I woke up sober. I can’t sleep. I feel guilty, ashamed, and embarrassed. I know what’s wrong with me. I am a drunk. Every day I tell myself that tomorrow will be different…. Read More
I become stressed quite often. I spin too many plates, juggle too many flaming sticks, and usually have too many irons in the fire. I’m sure it has something to do with the fact that I selfishly want… Read More