I’m STILL HERE

I haven’t blogged for a month or two.  Sorry about that.  I’m working on some pieces now actually. 🙂   So please keep reading. Don’t forget. Here’s some new pics: Despite living 15 minutes from Washington DC, I don’t visit it nearly as often as I wish.  DC is one of the most underrated cities; people…

Cat Marnell on the Death of Whitney Houston

Cat Marnell on the Death of Whitney Houston Cat Marnell is one of my favorite writers.  For many reasons. When Whitney Houston died of long-term drug abuse, many bloggers covered her life, but Cat Marnell (formerly of xoJane) wrote a truly insightful piece that illuminated the silence of drug addiction. Check this out.  It’s pretty…

Free Advice: Monkey on My Back

 “All I wanted was to control you, myself and everything else.”– Quote on addiction To: 79sparrows@gmail.com I’m 32/f , residing in Pekin, Illinois.  Wouldn’t mind hearing your take on this: I’ve felt like shit ever since I can remember.  Amongst depression/anxiety, I also have struggled with addiction.  The past month has been the worst.  I’m…

the Real thing

My love for you is pure, 100%.  This is feeling is completely new to me.    It is effortless, it is easy.  No issue unspoken, no games.  I am an addict, but you are not a drug.  And at last, the love that has been so elusive is present and understated.  I’m glad there are no…

Stimulation

And when I say ‘stimulation,’   I’m not talking about anything sexytimes related. I mean the rush.  Any rush will do. When I was 12, my grandmother gave me a cappucino machine for Christmas.  She lived in Rhode Island so it arrived as a package in the mail.  (exciting)   I’d recently discovered coffee, and it was so…

Alive

I wrote this poem several years ago.  It speaks volumes of  the mental state that year.  Are you breaking out Or are you checkin out Self destruction/Is passion misdirected Thats what its all about My walk’s uphill from here on out Energy burning inside of me I’ve got doubts/Tryin’ to let it out Drowning in…

Yesterday

  The next hit. The next drink. The next cigarette. The next high. These are the things we live for, and these are the things that destroy us. There are so many highs that it gets confusing when we are real. And the people we hold our lives up for. They still control us even…

Memoirs from Fremont Street

Jetsetting – October 2007 It’s been non-stop since Friday. 24 hours ago I was still asleep in Vegas.  Now I’m at work….Got in around 3 am last night.   Vegas in an evil evil place.   Dont get me wrong; I still love it just the same;  but Sin City is like a drug that will suck you in…