“I was the life of every party, and the death of every relationship.”
This is My Recovery.
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Tag: bellingham washington
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This video should help answer this and any other questions since ghosting me and the 86 other blog posts have not. Stop with the sudden concerns and push play.
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Six or seven years ago, three Bellingham Police Department units pulled into a parking lot behind my Jeep and I didn’t even notice them following me. They didn’t take me to jail. They took me to One Central. That psychiatric hospitalization was a single link in a chain of events that stretches back to the…
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March 2026 was one of the most significant months of my life. Here’s what I saw.
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Standing in a sold out crowd of 10,000 people in Seattle on Saturday night, with lasers splitting the air above my head and bass moving through my chest and my platonic love wrapped around me and 82 days of complete sobriety underneath all of it, I started crying. Not the polite kind. The kind that…
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I have written a lot about what I burned down. The codependency. The enmeshment. The nested partnerships I kept agreeing to out of fear, not love. But here is the thing nobody really asks about: what survived? This is the inventory I never saw anyone else do. What the fire actually took. What it didn’t.…