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For with Happiness, comes Freedom
I grew up in a transitioning country. A country where a black person was moving from being used to not go to certain areas to being in the same room with a white person. By then, an old person was somewhat happy (I am saying somewhat because I do not know how they really felt)…
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Sober Alcoholics (Voices)
I don’t go out much. I am mostly closed in. I do what I have to do and go back to my cage. Not everything should bother me. But, I am in for a shocker. I don’t talk to people, but I hear people everywhere. All alone, but this place is nosy. I cover my…
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Sober Alcoholics: Where we come from…
Don’t dwell much on the past, Focus more on the future, they said. And much of our past is painful. And most of that, is where we come from. As such, we spend of our time trying to leave home. Making plans about when we grow up “we’re going to…”. And most of the time,…
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Sober Alcoholics: The Voices
I used to enjoy being on my own. Now, the silence is getting too loud. A pin drop terrifies me. There’s a storm coming, but I can’t convince anyone of that fact. I am calm on the surface, but beneath I’m paddling my life away. My knees are getting weaker each day, but I have…
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Sober Alcoholics; The Topic
It is always difficult to explain. Especially when the heaviness is not reflected by the facial expression. And you always seem content, having all the answers and advice for everyone. For you, it’s always get up and go, “you’re supposed to be stronger than this.” And then, coping mechanisms get extreme, no one asks what’s…
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Sober Alcoholics: (Grateful)
Sometimes, life, comes at you fast. Such that, one may lose perspective. The road to deviation is easy and quick. The road back takes much longer to find. The challenge comes when everything tumbles. The darkness of it is blinding and you can’t see what matters anymore. The blame game gets so high that it…
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Sober Alcoholics: I gave up
I’ve always thought I was strong, I didn’t realize that things were just going my way. I thought I had it figured out, I didn’t realize I was tapping on already charted waters. Life… yeah It sometimes doesn’t matter how prepared you think you are … yeah You just find yourself hiding, not from anyone…
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Sober Alcoholics: (The Weird Connection)
I sometimes wonder why my tribe sticks around. I’m sure I don’t have a great smile, hell, I’m not even funny. Definitely not the sound of my voice, even I can’t stand listening to myself. But, whenever I’m on my own, I still feel their presence around me. I’m not the one to pick up…
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Not up to it: (stories for when we get successful)
In the beginning, everyone was there. It seemed as if they’d support the cause all the way. It seemed we had a hit. No one could stop us, we were on top of the world. We brought something fresh, so the world stopped and worshipped. Days went by and the “new” became part of everyday…