Writing not smoking
Sobriety: A writer's way home
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Last night I dreamt and remembered it for the first time in years. In my slumber I studied Amy Winehouse’s vocal range and sang the Frank album beginning to end in her own way. I learnt that in order to sing like Amy one must reach a level of sadness and sincerity I’m not sure…
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Today I didn’t smoke, but I really wanted to. I’ve not been managing to make it to meetings these past few days. I’m trying to keep my cortisol down through walks in the park, kale smoothies and meditation breaks. But the way the father of my child just doesn’t seem to think through basic organizational…
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2am asking ChatGPT for sleep aids response: “Have you heard of meditation and breath work?” I’m tempted to post a selfie on here just to showcase how knackered I am. My eye bags are green, the whites of my eyes all red, and if you poke me – I will break into hysterics. I couldn’t…
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Slept 6hrs, fell asleep crying hysterically, woke up anxious and spent all day bouncing between feelings of ecstasy and dread. Urge to smoke: 9/10. Not enough women are talking about how crazy it is to become entirely T total sober the second they realize they’re pregnant. And I will not sugar coat it and say…
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Sleep quality: Insomnia, mosquitos, plastic bed sheets, night sweats, intense frustration, racing thoughts and a million google searches. Well now that I’m pregnant it’s not just me. It’s me and my poppy-seed-sized child against the world. Smoking weed has always been a selfish act I took upon myself to escape responsibilities, procrastinate potential and stagnate…
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Slept like a rock, woke up crying, avoided loved ones – hugged others. 10:09am – Today’s post is written in parts throughout the day when I’m most inclined to roll up or go out to buy smoking materials. Although it’s not been a full 24hrs since my last regretful, shameful, not-worth-it-one-bit spliff; I’m just glad…
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I’ll sleep “fine” tonight. Oddly enough, I hope tomorrow night I won’t. Already smoked again, it was all too much. I threw my rage, my anticipation of a lighter way of existing, my resentments, everything hidden below the surface – directly at him. And he talked about the world ending. He asked who would even…
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Sleep quality: 5hrs incl. night sweats, acid reflux, mosquito bites and broken dreams. Hi, my name is L and I’m a marijuana addict. I’m on day 0 and I last smoked about 40mins ago, during my second MA meeting. I would like to join them, the fellowship, at the same time as I would like…
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