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Personal essays and observations. Nothing here is meant to be followed. Just read.

Not Sober. Not Broken.

From Soft Hands, Loose Grip

This is not a twelve-step story. It is not a blueprint for sobriety.

Quiet

The Buzz That Frees You

From Soft Hands, Loose Grip

Alcohol does not just dull the pain. Sometimes it makes you feel free.

Desire

Conversations with Your Drunk Self

From Soft Hands, Loose Grip

We are often taught to see the drunk self as someone to be ashamed of.

Quiet

The Fire That Follows You Home

From Anger

Anger at others often begins quietly. It hides in the small moments.

Aftermath

The War Inside the Mirror

From Anger

Some of the sharpest anger does not come from others at all. It turns inward.

Aftermath

The Hum That Never Leaves

From Anxiety

Anxiety is not always loud or obvious. Sometimes it is simply the hum.

Waiting

The Body That Carries It

From Anxiety

Anxiety does not live only in the mind. It makes its home in the body.

Waiting

The Weight of Stillness

From Boredom

Boredom is heavier than people admit. It is not just a lazy Sunday with nothing planned.

Quiet

Boredom in Company

From Boredom

Boredom does not always happen in solitude. It can follow you into crowded rooms.

Loneliness

The Hollow Quiet

From Loneliness

Loneliness is more than just being alone. It is the hollow quiet in a crowded room.

Loneliness

The Silence After Rejection

From Rejection

Rejection is universal, but it never feels generic. When it arrives, it feels personal.

Rejection

When the Glass Is the Only Thing Listening

From Rejection

After rejection, alcohol often becomes a quiet companion.

Rejection

When Change Arrives Mid-Sentence

From Change

Change is often spoken about as if it arrives with clarity. But most change does not arrive cleanly.

Quiet

When Something Softens

From Change

Change often begins with irritation, not inspiration. You reach for the glass out of habit and notice that it does not deliver what it once promised.

Waiting

The Honest Beginning

From Drinking to Love

I got into the relationship thinking it would be fun. Not perfect. Not easy. Just light.

Desire

The Loneliness We Never Spoke Of

From Drinking to Love

The loneliest I’ve ever been was sitting next to her. Not when she was angry. Not when we were fighting. When we were silent.

Loneliness