alcoholism

On December 11, 1995 a mother with high blood pressure is told her blood pressure has sky-rocketed and will not come down. She is sent to a bigger hospital where the doctors perform an emergency cesearean. Baby AJ was born two months premature and weighed only 2 lbs. Because of his size he is not capable of crying like a normal-sized baby. The mother is unable to touch or hold him.  Read More »

I am in college now. And it's an exciting time of drinking and partying and getting STDs.

*struggle* *BANG* *POW* *KER-BLAM*

Phew! Sorry, this is Tori now. My former roommate typed those last two sentences.  Read More »

Alcoholism is a misunderstood disease and as one who has struggled with this illness since high school perhaps I can speak to this subject. Most people consider it a lack of will power and a problem of deficient morality. However, I can not imagine that anyone dreams of becoming an alcoholic or has it on their “to do” list.  Read More »

I can’t tell you how many discussions I’ve been in where this has been the topic. Where this has been the angry “topic” (roll my eyes,) of “discussion.”  Read More »

No one knows his name, but everyone around here knows him on sight. He is shorter than I am, maybe 5'6" with graying hair and a beard that looks more like he's simply forgotten to shave for several days than a true attempt to keep a beard. His eyes are this pale grey color that, while expressive, always seems to look vacant.  Read More »

Maybe I should feel bad for alcoholics and drunks. They don’t understand what they’re missing in life.

To those of you who settles in every night for a drink you desperately need…

To those of you who only ever orders alcoholic beverages at restaurants, because that’s all you drink…

To those of you who jokingly say to friends that you need to get them drunk…  Read More »

I spent almost two years that I barely remember popping pain pills for recreational purposes. I knew it was bad for me, but I was at a place where I really didn't care. The numbness under the pills seemed a hell of a lot better than my reality. I'm not going to make excuses. I was addicted to pain pills because I wanted to be.  Read More »

My sweet, dear friend twinkling and glistening in the sun shine with the dew of condensation beckoning me. So refreshing and quenching like water on a hot summer day in the desert. You clear my parched soul and wash my inhibition down.  Read More »