I’ve sat on a bench in Central Park. Admiring the atmosphere around me. Why am I here, and what am I doing? Do I belong, or am I an imposter?
Quickly goes time and slowly it goes All depending upon the day. Or what time of the day it is. Or what mischevious things rounded the corner in the day.
There are many layers with tattered edges. Each ready to be lifted, folded and laid open. But each is fragile and shy, not ready to be seen. When lifted the
I’m a midwestern gal, born and raised on the shores of Lake Michigan in Northwest Indiana. I began my recovery journey in 2020 when I finally figured out that alcohol was holding me back, and no longer had a place in the life I’m trying to create.
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