Journaling Through Recovery
Versing Through Recovery
Letters Through Recovery
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March 27, 2019
How endless the possibilities
By which our journey may enfold.
And how comforting to think we have agency,
But how much of it do our actions really mold?
Perhaps our faith is predestined,
At the mercy of the One above;
Perhaps energy’s manifesting,
The things we most fiercely...
March 4, 2019
When it comes to life,
When you survive death,
When you find it,
Love can convert.
When you loose it,
Love will subvert.
When in denial
Feelings trapped behind closed door,
When in acceptance
Feelings make way to the soul.
February 19, 2019
I lived with anxiety, with unceasing fear
Constantly worried of what happens this year.
I stayed isolated, pulled back from friends
Dreading the ones who visited on weekends.
I favored to stay alone, in my suffering to sit
Than meeting with loved ones and pretending to fit.
February 10, 2019
Both in sickness and in my health;
From small pay through the accumulation of wealth.
In my serenity and beyond my anxiety;
From drunken Fridays through Sunday’s sobriety.
During happy times, but also some sad ones.
From my first CFA, until I got’em all done.
January 17, 2019
Life or death decisions
Precede my every meal
In choosing which oatmeal
Sugar, oil and bread
Taste better than sex
Which to fear next?
Protein, fat and carbs
What ratios to use?
Fats, I can’t abuse
Food court, mar...
January 13, 2019
These thoughts will someday be long gone, far away
They feel foreign, like my long lost hunger decay
To bring to my life a deeper devotion
It carries itself in meaningful motion
To no longer feel this unsettling void
To limit the affairs...
December 22, 2018
I spent a couple of hours delaying to write.
Hungry for words, the words found me.
I spent a couple of days beating around the bush.
Failing to deliver a hint, the hint found me.
I spent a couple of weeks trying to understand.
Waiting for answers, answers found me.
I spent a...
December 7, 2018
Broken vase once full of flowers,
My life was shattered, pieces apart.
The missing fractions I am seeking,
But what if they can be replaced…?
Instead of gluing up the vase,
I use clay and make one from scratch.
Instead of analyzing how I got here,
I focus on the destination I...
November 22, 2018
Starting before dawn with a soulcycle workout;
Ending well into dusk: alcoholic blackout.
Coffee-aroused, strutting down Mercer and Green;
Rosé-buzzed, limping from the bars in Brooklyn.
About the one too many guys you are dating all at once,
November 13, 2018
Hunger and restriction
These feelings I would chase
The were my big addiction
My very happy place
One after another
They usually came
Each time they found each other
I attained an aim
The cravings never last
They easily die
As soon as they have past
Came feelings of a high
October 11, 2018
Those faint summers back in July
Days were passing, and I felt high.
High in spirits, high in disguise
When dark crept up I felt alive.
Nights under the discotheque heat,
Now the only hours when I would eat.
Moments filled with friends, now in retreat.
Moments filled with la...
October 2, 2018
Don’t censor opinions, express how you feel,
Never be sorry for purely being real.
Expose own emotions and act as you please,
When self-conscious you feel, don’t pretend you’re at ease.
Steer clear of people, who show a double face,
As well as those relationships, where you...
September 8, 2018
The beginning of a year where
I thought I would be lead nowhere.
I was unable to make the split.
Thankfully, rock bottom I hit.
When you forever feel trapped in the depths,
I recommend you to take a couple full breaths.
When the road ahead looks nothing but grey,
August 23, 2018
Woken by the alarming feel of anxiety,
Promptly out of bed we must climb.
To merge with the rest of early rise society,
We rush to get ready in time.
Loosing any and all track of our lifelong goal,
Once in the office we arrive,
Everyday we surrender a piece of our soul,
April 5, 2018
Although I never intended to loose any mass,
Pleasure I found, in how fast my hunger pangs pass.
Then came the day,
When all it took was a glimpse to say:
This aversion to food,
It’s making all of my bones protrude!
Not to worry, tomorrow I start eating.
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