After being told my Adderall dose was comparable to methamphetamine, I had a few decisions to make.
Tag: trauma
Late-Stage Alcoholism: The Gruesome Reality
Late-stage alcoholism destroys the human body. My dad’s medical records prove it; his death serves as a tragic warning to other alcoholics who stay the course.
Navigating Grief: Unveiling the Science Behind Mourning
I feel like I’m beating a dead man to death. I wonder if what I’m doing is healthy. If writing this memoir prolongs my grief, how can I be healed by the end?
The Lie (You) Believe: Life Lessons from Character Arcs
Outlining my character arc has helped me realize I’m not looking at myself critically enough. I still have some work to do.
Father’s Day Blues: the Annual Spectacle
Sometimes, it feels like my dad’s ghost lives within me. The feelings inside don’t belong to me, but to him.
Drowning in Memory: the Quest for Self-Knowledge
Mary Karr says you’re bound to drown a bit writing a memoir. She’s right. My once placid understanding of my history, of who I am and was, is constantly being dismantled. Imagine your core memories, the ones that shaped you, potentially being misremembered. Yeah, that could drown a bitch.
The Obsessive Mind: a Curse or a Blessing?
I worry about the oddest things,…or the things that keep me up at night don’t seem to bother most people, which makes me feel bonkers.
Something’s Bothering Me
I’ve been anxious forever, but it got worse after Dad died. Knowing I’ll never fix things with him makes me feel perpetually Bothered. That’s hard to swallow.
Giving Dad Away, Piece by Piece
I know Dad is gone now, and he has no use for these material things, but it still feels like I’m giving him away, piece by piece.
The Search for Enlightenment
For a brief period, I was a social drinker no more. I peered into the inky abyss that consumed my dad, expecting to see his mismatched eyes looking back at me.