Central Park
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,
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,
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
I really liked yesterday. It started out rather shitty as I was posting yesterday’s post on my online support group, but accidentally put it on
I woke up this morning, super super early once again. 3:40AM to be exact. And I woke up to a dream where I was looking
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
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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