ADHD, DUI, Depression, emotions, Family, Guilt, Insomnia, Jail, Panic Attacks, Anxiety, PTSD, recovery, Sentenced to Jail, Therapy, Vulnerability

The Cost of a DUI

In exactly two weeks I will be enjoying my first joint, in two years.... while I ponder that moment, let me do some reflecting on the cost of a DUI- financially and personally. I will be free of the "system", the system that prides it's self on justice. I committed a crime, yes, a terrible… Continue reading The Cost of a DUI

emotions, Feel and let feel, Guilt, intamacy, Let People in, recovery, Selfcare, Therapy, Vulnerability

Hello Empath

I’m an overthinker An over lover I feel things deeply  I don't feel anything small I use my heart as a base to understanding I use my head to sort through emotions I don't see in black and white I see in every color of the rainbow There is not just right and wrong There… Continue reading Hello Empath

ADHD, DUI, Depression, Guilt, Jail, Panic Attacks, Anxiety, PTSD, recovery, Sentenced to Jail, Therapy, Vulnerability

Reflections of probation –

My long two years of probation are coming to an end in 25 todays In my Brain I worried, that if something happens and the un-just justice system pulls me back in for a small technicality, like a diluted test.. will it ever end? My heart, is so tired of this fight- I have given… Continue reading Reflections of probation –

ADHD, Depression, emotions, Feel and let feel, Guilt, Panic Attacks, Anxiety, projections, recovery, Selfcare, Therapy, Vulnerability

Love songs

Do you ever hear a love song About two souls meeting? It's beautiful and sad at the same time, Two souls colliding, one lost without the other Do you ever think of yourself as both souls? Having come together with the part of you, that makes you happy The beauty of being with that soul… Continue reading Love songs

Depression, emotions, Guilt, Jail, Panic Attacks, Anxiety, projections, PTSD, recovery, Selfcare, Sentenced to Jail

The cage

A journey I wandered upon myself entombed in iron caging and glass walls on all sides Bars built to hold a wild animal- a container with no privacy or escape I looked through the bars at the "me" stuck inside A desperate, desolate, distant version of myself All the color and light her eyes had… Continue reading The cage