Hello, there. It’s been a while since I posted here, and while this isn’t a typical post for me, I wanted to share this nonetheless. I wrote a song called “The Storm Inside Her” (instrumental, as all my songs are, and in this case it’s just piano). As I wrote it, I knew “storm” was
I’m still here, still sober…and still overwhelmed. Well, I’m less overwhelmed now because we have our winter break coming up. I should already be on vacation, but our school system is making up for days lost due to Hurricane Matthew. It’s okay–my students and I can make it through two more days. I think because
This has been a strange summer thus far (but not a cruel summer because, luckily, as I’m not living a Bananarama song). It’s been strange because for the first time since my oldest was still chillin’ in a playpen, I have the summer off…which is a nice way of saying I’m unemployed. As some of
Firstly, I’m still here. I’m much more active on my creative writing blog lately, but I thought it was time to make an entry on this on. I suspect as I go further into recovery, the less and less I’ll write about alcohol and cravings (which still happen, but they go away pretty darn quickly…whew).
I’m a bit of a recluse. But every now and then, I venture into the world. Most recently, I had to go down to the public mental health clinic to follow up on a psychiatric referral my doctor made. It seems he’s no longer willing to dole out my Depakote. So I waited in line
I realize the phrase “sober hang-over” may sound strange to some, but I hope others will get it and maybe share their experiences with me. About a week ago, during the middle of the day, I suddenly felt extremely hung-over. My head pounded, my gut churned, and it felt as if I’d been drinking since