I am an aspiring writer currently writing a book on the Sober Revolution we are in the midst of, a book about essays that will change the way you think, and a novel about a serial killer. I am also working on a book of poetry.
I know how good being in nature can make me feel. I have known it for since I was a child. The sounds of the forest, the scent of the trees, the sunlight streaming through the trees, the flowers in bloom— these things give me a sense of comfort. They ease my stress and allow me focus to first thing in the morning, it gives me to time relax and to think more clearly. Being in nature can restore my mood, give me back my energy and vitality, refresh and rejuvenate me. I have a deep appreciation for beautiful landscapes.
Please Don't Question My Smile
This a poem about my journey in recovery. This is what happens to your attitude after you get sober and no longer miss drugs or alcohol. There is an unexpected joy in getting sober. I hope this poem inspires you to get sober. My place in the world is that I never figured out my place, and writing about it is helping me find my place in the world.
Does This Make Me Crazy?
The planet seems so unorganized when I wake up in the morning. Like a hundred puzzle pieces have been dumped on the ground, and I spend all day putting the puzzle together. By the days end I only get the corners and edge pieces done. Some days I start working on the inside, putting together what will be parts of a successful future. But right now, I'm only getting to the edge pieces and corners. I feel a lot of progress making sense of the world as the day goes on, but I don't know what happens when I sleep, but it all falls apart. It falls apart regardless of when I got to bed, early or late.
From Braids to Baccaluereate
I have wasted both time and affections on poorly suited lovers, so I will spend little time speaking of them, with the exception of my two husbands. In fact, I grew both tiresome and a little more than mildly irritated even thinking of them. I scarcely think of a term of endearment for either. One was a fantastic father and a terrible husband. The other was successful financially, but emotionally retentive to a fault. In fact, my ex-husband’s temper made my heart rearrange from love to fear in four short days after the wedding. His heart went black and never did come back to me. I am blessed with two beautiful daughters from those marriages but little else.
A Spiritual Awakening
Rock bottom #2 - a Spiritual Awakening My journey toward sobriety began on October 29th of 2016. My ex-husband asked for a divorce. It seemed to be the same old same old kind of day. It was a Saturday. Of course, I was on the couch, drinking. A retirement commercial came on and he went off one of his tangents about how I ruined his retirement. He had this idea that he should get to retire at 52 and I would keep working into my 60’s. Because I lost my high-paying job during rock bottom #1, it ruined his retirement.
Summer of 2021 Beware the Ides of March As I approached my classroom, I saw the assistant principal waiting outside my room. I had no idea about the events that were about to unfold. In fact, everything happened so fast, that it is a little more than a fuzzy memory, and I was in a mixed manic state – memories tend to be hazy during mania.