I don’t drink alcohol. Ever. I used to.
Thoughts to try and keep sober.
My therapist suggested writing down my dreams, so here goes.
I am going to post my journals on commaful. They will be unedited, raw, and about my recovery. My intention in posting them is to show others who suffer from mental illness that they are not alone. I... I feel every movement like a vhs on repeat Journal 4, day 2 sober, but not without trying to fail.
Today is a bad day. I hurt in a bad way.
The beast held me for years, keeping me as its toy.
Inspired by the stories told to me, while living in Belize, of fishermen finding bales of weed floating in the Caribbean Sea. I haven’t written a journal in a while. Like, comment, follow. Ever lost someone? I used to have good highs now I have bad highs. I’m going stir crazy, fell off the wagon.
Watching the smoke roll of the good ganja on my nineteenth birthday i did molly My head in the clouds, I feel high above it all
But the higher I get, the harder I fall