Bck to squre one. 😔 This is getting old.
One Nice Bug Per Day
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@slamatista
Bck to squre one. 😔 This is getting old.
His head was killing him—but he felt on the brink of something big, something important. He had to get out, get away from the house and the noise. Out into the warm evening air
To borrow from Sir Elton John, “I’m still standing”.
8 weeks sober...
Sooo tired... 😴😴😴
relistened to parade day and can confirm this line still hits
Delayed gratification, prolonged satisfaction. 😌😌😌
Mood 😏😏😏
Sometimes, got me working like a broke machine. Bad advice is why I keep on coming home again... my fingers still bleed. Maybe this is what I need 'cause I've been moving on for miles and miles... running off instead of facing you, but if I do you won't be home when I get there and I'm runnin' out of air.
Sobriety is a bitch. It's getting harder and harder each day. It's like pushing a floater in the water. The deeper you push it down the faster it shoots back up. 😔😔😔
It's happening again. It's been a while but feeling like I need something to numb my senses. Mental note: don't go there.
I’m sinking...
I lost my friend just two days ago.
The grief is just too much to bear.
I find myself crying a lot lately,
Feeling restless, anxious and depressed.
But more than his death,
I fear losing someone dear to me again.
The uncertainty of our future,
It keeps me up at night.
It fills my mind with worry
It concerns me and fill me with dread.
I miss my family.
I miss my friends.
I miss my loved ones.
I worry that I might not hug them again.
I worry that we might not have the chance,
To be together again.
I try not to think about it.
Believe me, I try.
I tell myself things will be better.
That, "This, too, shall pass”.
Here I am,
Writing my feelings down.
Trying to make sense,
Of everything that’s happening.
But it’s just hard to shake the feeling,
It makes me feel I’m sinking.
I've been in quarantine for 33 days now. I can't even remember the last time I got high. That's a good thing right?! Well, there's just two ways this is going to end: relapse, binge, and OD... Or stick to being clean. I guess we'll see...
My anxious thoughts are keeping me up.
This Extreme Enhanced Community Quarantine feels like rehab all over again... 😅😅😅 #QuarantineDay25
Rest now, for much remains to be done. Not here, not now. In another place, in a different time—with crystalline eyes and brazen bones
Mindfulness can be useful for literally E V E R Y O N E, but I found it particularly helpful for anxiety– this exercise got me out of the house and functioning again. °˖✧*• Shop, Patreon, Book, Mailing List *•. ✧˖°`