My Emotional Sobriety Mainframe.
> substance_abuse.ps1
> harmful_patterns.ps1
> unhealthy_relationships.ps1
> accountability.ps1
> recovery.ps1
> healing.ps1
I FINALLY ENDED THE INSANITY, GOT CLEAN, FOUND MY TRUTH, AND CHOSE LESS SUFFERING.This is my story.
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"When you take accountability for the harms you caused, instead of denying them, you and the rest of the world will suffer less."-Norberto L. Moreno, III
August was the month accountability stopped being a concept and became a daily habit. Five farmers markets, eighteen pier sunsets, two hundred sixty miles of walking, and twenty one thousand six hundred TMS pulses later, I held people responsible for the harm they caused, did not accept their anger as a consequence, and came out…
9 months ago I burned every bridge in my life to the ground. I filmed this dance a few weeks ago on the Whatcom Creek bridge with a train crossing behind me the whole time. The post today is about what 224 days of not giving in actually looks like from the inside, and why…
Alone on the bridge over Whatcom Creek at midnight, the relapse happened. Thirty one years of buildup, no warning, nobody there to see it. I am not sorry, and honestly, I am proud of it.
Pain means I still have a heart. It’s better to feel it than to be indifferent. A song, a video, and the truth that love doesn’t disappear when it changes, it just asks to be carried differently.