My Emotional Sobriety Mainframe.
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> 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.
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> 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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Tag: emotional sobriety
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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…
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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…
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Today I told someone I bought flowers for that the sunflower always faces the sun, a metaphor almost identical to that of the bison. Earlier this year, I deleted a song because it hurt too much to hear, then danced to it again and found out grief was never something you delete, only something you…
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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.
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Liminality on the first day of August. The farmers market, an old friend, a hug that felt like glitter, a painting that looks like my insides, a poster of suffering hitting the curb, Bigfoot, a fellow multiple exposure freak, climbing shoes and chalk, mountain bikes, ice cream, and a dance nobody saw except the 360…