I’ve always had a hell of a time with that.  Secrecy is what kept me abused for so long when I was a tot. Privacy had no meaning, really. My bedroom as a kid was private, except that my father ambled in to abuse me whenever he took the mind, and my mother ambled in [...]Tags: abuse, addiction, healing, recovery

…that I’m much more comfortable “talking” on my blog about bipolar stuff than the rest. The rest mostly being the various abuses I survived. Or the addictions I survived. Or the rape. Or the mugging at gunpoint.  Or. Or. Or.  Yes, the bipolar disorder is a total pain in the ass.  It’s hard to live [...]Tags: abuse, addiction, bipolar, rape, trust

Addiction has been on my mind lately, because on August 13, around 4pm, I’ll have 13 years clean and sober. Kind of impressive, is what people say. I suppose so since it seems most people can’t (or won’t) do it. To me, though, getting clean and sober just seemed to be what [...]Tags: addiction

12 years, 11 months and 5 days of being clean and sober Some days it’s boring as hell. Some days it’s painful. Some day’s it’s great. Some day’s I’m proud of myself. Huh. Must be real life. But at least I know it’s MINE and not some drug induced alcoholic blur I’ve dreamed up. [...]Tags: addiction, damn good thang