Monthly Archives: March 2012

Departing with the past

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I wrote about this in my diary exactly one year ago..when I was still heavily using. The following situation I encountered changed my life forever

As I departed from that run down crack motel room where an innocent babygirl lay asleep on a couch with her addicted mother.. A jacket .. The only baby blanket she’d ever known covering them Both …that picture eternally etched in my soul .. this cant have been for nothing .. All the time ive abandoned in fantasy land .. Cant be wasted on a life without purpose .. But I wasn’t just thinking for me.. I felt this strength and confidence .. A flood of reality in the depths of anything but.. .. Truth is I want to make my mark on the world .. For the struggle ..The permanent wounds.. The daily battle .. cannot have just been for fun..

How to get over a guy in 10 years?

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I know I said I’d post an entry daily. I’ll expand on this post further tomorrow. Im 3 yawns away from REM status.. I would like to discuss how feelings, good, bad and indifferent flood to the
Forefront during “recovery” .. I hate that word I’m too tired to think of a different one. When I’m getting high I hardly think of my ex boyfriend. Pipe goes down and it’s all I can think about. I’m sure obsession is a transference.. Not to mention the authenticity of emotion when sobriety is a reality and not a birthday wish. Yawn yawn yawn. More
Tomorrow.

My Addiction is better than your addiction! Ha!

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Just when I wanna throw in the towel .. I see this rather whale like, yet tenderly sweet woman sitting next to a gigantore plate of 3 dozen cookies..Where I would kick myself for having 1.. she can’t put them down.. I’m sure she’d roll her eyes when  at the peak of my destruction  I consumed 3 dozen pills a day.. As much as I wanna roll on the floor laughing.. I am no better than her and vice versa.. although we all need a belly laugh every now and then (no pun intended)

The woman is Lisa Sellers, once featured in a TLC episode called I eat 33,000 Calories a Day.Image

What Will Become of Her?

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Hello!

OK. I have been a total Blog failure.. As you can see my first post was quite awhile ago.. Since I have a problem with follow through I am committing myself, rain or shine, stubbed toe to grand enlightenment to post something everyday.

Per my OG post, I was struggling with drug abuse.. shit, what’s new? I always will be, right? Today I am chemically sober.. Woo Hoo.. On February 8th I got home from a 3-day escape mission.. I was off getting high, and spending every last nickel of my friggen unemployment check on a slot machine that made me her bitch. As I crawled up the hill in my lil Toyota Camry, a lump grew stronger in my throat, my foot hit for the accelorator faster, my soul came out thru my drug induced haze to smack myself over the head..”What the fuck are you doing?” My soul self screamed to the wasted blond in the drivers seat. As cliche as it sounds I had an out of body smack down.. My 30th birthday was a month behind me. I had promised myself months before that dreadful day appeared that I would never take a hit of a pipe or down another pill cuz 30 is like .. really what the fuck .. time to grow up.. As that day passed I fed the addiction more to try and escape the fact that even though I may be uniquely talented and smart and pretty, I was also uniquely being a big fat fuck up… The stubborn bitch within me and the lil douchbag bopping me on the head decided enough was enough.. I quickly did my 3 point turn and parked my car at the usual place; this time, I wasn’t in my usual state, and neither was that sunrise; full of crimsons and blue shadows of dawn. I whipped out my best friend (my iphone 4s), tears streaming down my face, mascara and clumped eyeliner raced to my neck.. well at least I looked the part now of the junkie.. I wrote this

A breath away from being hallow

A dosage away from no more sorrow

An empty bed, a lonely heart, a restless sabatour 

What will become of her?

 

 

Stay tuned

This is exactly how I looked when I had my "aha" moment. ::As If::