Early in recovery, I spent a lot of time removing my masks; the masks I wore were to cover my pain and my lies and my hurt. This was necessary because I spent so long wearing masks to show the world how “okay” I was that I wasn’t even sureRead More →

I’ve been sick with some kind of cold/flu garbage, on and off, for almost a month. Nothing serious, but still requiring OTC medicines to alleviate symptoms. Never am I more aware of the disease of addiction than when I am sick. That beast is lurking; waiting for a tiny crackRead More →