What year is it?

I was gonna wait until I had something more “polished” to post but – let’s face it – it’s not like I have any semblance of a career at the moment and the reason I started writing and painting in the first place was for the sake of my mental health, so I’m just gonna get back to that for a second.

It’s been another year (and change since I last updated my blog). I relapsed again. Obviously. I’m on methadone right now and (in the process of) titrating off.

Motherfucker. Ten minutes ago, I was overwhelmed by the impulse to write but I made the mistake of showering and getting dressed first and now I can’t even remember what was so god damn important. All I know is that I want to paint right now and I hung up the piece that I need to work on and then just felt overwhelmed by anxiety.

I’ll have to get back to you…

2 thoughts on “What year is it?”

  1. It’s good to hear from you. I’m glad you want to write and paint again. I relapsed back in April and haven’t even tried to stop. So good for you. You’ve always been an inspiration with all your work and your honesty in your writing. Thanks!

    1. Thanks, Charlie. It’s nice to know I’m not writing into a total vacuum and I appreciate the kind words. I hope you’re okay in spite of the relapse. (I’m sure you already know this but) you’ll get to where you need to be in order to stop once you’re ready. Wish you the best in the meantime.

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