Four Drinks In
I love myself four drinks in. Four shots of vodka and I am a great mom. Four drinks in and I’m funny and likable. The anxiety disappears. My mind quiets.
Topic: addiction
We Can Live Anyway
The funny thing about being broken, however, is that’s where you start to build yourself back up.
Boy Becomes Hero: Reverie
We had the absolute honor of talking with Andrew about his new project, the process and people it took to create the album, and how it all ties in with his own mental health journey.
Not Everything Is Lost
The concept of restarting seems to go hand-in-hand with a new year. But what if I want to hold onto the last 365 days?
2AM: Facing My Reflection
One might characterize my behavior as “an impending disaster.” They wouldn’t be wrong. But how did I get there?
The Poetry Bandit: Stealing Back My Love of Writing From Alcoholism
Why couldn’t I just drink normally? Why couldn’t I stop after one glass, one beer—or even two? Heck, why couldn’t I go a whole Monday without pouring myself, four to six glasses before my lunch even arrived at the restaurant?
The Reality of Addiction and How You Can Help
Getting sober is incredibly hard. Staying sober feels impossible most days. Trying to get sober again after a relapse is like trying to punch a volcano into submission.
Demi Lovato Is Only Human: Recovery, Relapse, and Response
Demi Lovato is only human. It feels important to start with that. It’s a simple fact, indisputable, but it’s one that can be easily overlooked.
It’s OK to Take a Step Back
Today
Today, I woke up. Despite wishing before I went to sleep that I wouldn't.
On Kate Spade and Anthony Bourdain: Vulnerable People Do Not Always Look Vulnerable
It’s easy to believe that fame, professional success, wealth, or adoration can protect people from pain, but that is not true. Addiction doesn’t discriminate. Depression doesn’t care if you’re great at what you do.
You Deserve to Live
All three of these times, when I made the decision to jeopardize my own existence, I truly wanted to die. In those moments, I believed that whatever I was going through—coming to terms with my sexuality, breakups, fights with friends, bad decisions—was worth ending my life.
