One day you’re a sober superhero and the next you’re stuck in a painstaking game of Operation Recovery is complicated, an incessant onslaught of high’s and low’s. Sometimes it’s smooth sailing, you’re on top of the world, a Sober Superhero that can’t be tempted by even the most tragic hurdles…

If you’ve ever been personally victimized by drugs or alcohol, then I’m sure you’re reading this title and muttering under your breath right now. A superpower? It’s a curse! It’s only natural to develop a negative attitude about a disease that’s so easily capable of mass destruction. At times it…

A unique aspect to recovery from the disease of addiction is how it forces you to dissect the problems in your life incessantly. You can’t sweep them under the rug like you used to, in fact you threw all your rugs away. They were most likely covered in puke (among…

The Rise of DPDR Disorder in a Global Pandemic Have you found yourself questioning reality lately, wondering if you hit your head and don’t remember? Well, you aren’t the only one feeling disoriented. Recently, a friend of mine posted a simple tweet asking, “is this even real life?” The tweet…

As a highly sensitive recovering addict, nostalgia has always felt more like psychosis. It’s officially time for the annual field trip back to Satan’s Land. That’s just Santa Land for seasonally depressed adults. December is extra aggressive this year, yes? The holiday music is aurally offensive apart from Mariah Carey…

I could be a scalding hot Pepperoni Hot Pocket with a Facebook page and a man would still message “U up?” This morning, unknown man #6669 messaged me “I hope my messages don’t make you allergic. LOL”. It was the fourth time this month I had gotten that message. Several…

Six months into sobriety and I feel like a snake shedding its skin over and over again. This last April I found myself stranded in the Mojave Desert with six days to race out of there alive. …

A Coming Out Story… “I’m just having an allergic reaction to the universe” –Seth Cohen I hold the The OC solely responsible for my love of the alternative rock band The Dandy Warhols, the time I spent guzzling vodka in the school bathroom and the awakening of my burgeoning sexuality…

A love letter… Slave to the firewater, my Gut Rot Princess Night after night With perfect precision Your scars are stains on my troubled mind I swallow your madness Yearn to be your blackbird Your servant, I’m red and yellow My muse, I exist in your shadow I’m reptilian, you my deity Just a trench for unbidden convictions A sponge to your dirty indecency The language I spew You’re gone Now, lost in a land unknown