On any given night of the week you might just find me in line at the grocery store, with a whole cooked chicken under my arm, asking the girl behind the counter for an extra fork in the hopes that she'll think I'm going home to share it with someone else. The reality of the … Continue reading Romantic Comedies and Rotissertie Chicken.
And so it begins, the journey of my own recovery. I mean... my second recovery, my mental health recovery. How many times does someone get to say that in a lifetime? I thought the recovery from drugs and alcohol was going to be the big one... the only one. I guess I was wrong. When … Continue reading My mental health journey