Posts tagged alcoholic death
I TRIED REALLY HARD NOT TO CRY

Gary V says that every bit of your content should add value. I agree, but….here’s the but…..sometimes my content is just random thoughts….like right now— I mean, it’s a blog.i watched a movie tonight called “Puncture”. I was a bit concerned because it said “Lawyer battles his own inner demons”…..that attorney was a drug addict. That attorney died at the end…..I knew he would. He was shooting up heroin; doing coke; pills; drinking…..it was hard to watch him, but it was a good movie— good acting and well directed. Seeing him lie there, dead….dead on his bed…..did not feel good. That’s where my son’s dad was found dead— dead in his bed. He lying there dead for almost 2 days before

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STOP ASKING WHY

You drank because you’re an alcoholic. That’s what we do. Who fucking cares the reason. Just fucking do it. Just fucking GET SOBER.

The more time we spend pondering WHY we drank (or WHY we are still drinking), the closer we are to fucking death. Period.

Look, you can go into depth about the whys and whatnot later....you do that in stepwork, but for now, just don’t fucking think.

That’s where we get ourselves into trouble— we think too fucking much.

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YOU’LL EITHER GET SOBER OR YOU WON’T

You’re still drinking because alcohol is still working for you, in a fucked up way. You’re still drinking because you are too scared not to. You’re still drinking because you haven’t found a substantial replacement (ie: God / a higher power) for your liquid courage. Look, alcoholism is a soul sickness. If you’re still drinking it doesn’t mean you’re “weak”, it means you’re fucking sick— it means your soul is sick. And if you’re sober, it doesn’t necessarily mean you’re “strong”. Willpower has absolutely NOTHING to do with addiction and/or recovery.

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DEALING WITH THE DEATH OF A LOVED ONE

Just recently, I was asked by a friend how I deal with my son’s dad’s death— meaning, what are some of my coping mechanisms that I use. Let me tell you, it’s been a long journey dealing with my son’s dad’s death and it has NOT been easy— it’s been fucking tough as fuck. I cried for 4 months solid after I found out about my son’s dad’s death— that totally fucked up my poor sinuses. And I didn’t want to cry so hard and so constantly because I was pregnant! I didn’t want my little baby to feel this pain I was feeling. But my child is perfect…..emotionally and physically— I’m so grateful and blessed for that. I’ve had 2 sinus surgeries in

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