recovery
Your illness does not define you. It's your resolve to recover that does.
Sober Curious? Take a Break for More Than 30 Days.
For many people, and myself, the question of whether they have a bad relationship with alcohol is one that haunts them for months, if not years, before they take steps to cut it out. They negotiate with their inner voice, insisting for one reason or another that they have control of their drinking; that they could “take a break” whenever they want.
By Taylor Moran Writes4 years ago in Psyche
Surviving My First Sober Party. Top Story - December 2021.
I quit drinking well into the throes of the Covid pandemic. We had been on quarantine orders for months at the time and while small, safe gatherings were finally being allowed, Sean and I were still spending 95% of our time at home away from others.
By Taylor Moran Writes4 years ago in Psyche
My reflection on my hardships that made me discover my True Self
Maybe there was no answer; the questions had never been asked, so there couldnt possibly be an answer that was known to be correct. Would it be crazy to think I was first to ask such questions? At least id be first at something regardless of whether it is correct or not? How can I ask myself if I'm happy if I don't even understand real happiness without being in a delusional reality? I sit in the office with a wise woman licensed and probably seen alot worse than myself or even too many such as myself as she writes in her book in silence; as I talk, I wonder what she's writing and if my questions even matter.
By Lisa Aragon4 years ago in Psyche
Boulevard of Broken Dreams. Top Story - November 2021.
I was in a mall bookstore in Delhi many years ago when the Green Day song Boulevard of Broken Dreams started playing on the radio. I flinched. I felt the familiar flutter in my gut and before I knew it, my heart was racing and my feet felt like lead.
By Natasha Khullar Relph4 years ago in Psyche
How 2020 almost ended for me
In August 2020 I was sitting alone in my workshop, crying and hating myself. Belt in hand, I was going to go down into the basement and hang myself. I knew that because of the outburst I had just gone through, I would be left alone long enough to let it happen. But as I came to the steps of my basement, I began to think about how and who and when I would be found.
By The Esoteric Collective4 years ago in Psyche
Stripped to the Core
My thin, canvas shoes slapped against the freezing pavement, as I ran down an unfamiliar road, during the black of night. I could see my breath in front of my face, and the icy air hurt my chest. Dressed in a t-shirt and shorts, one thought pervaded. If I don’t find the right road during the next five minutes, I’m going to lie down in that ditch and die.
By Anjula Evans4 years ago in Psyche
