Aging and recovery have stripped away my illusions about friendship, loyalty, and judgment. Maybe that’s what getting older really means — realizing who walks beside you, and who was only ever there for the show.
Tag: Recovery
Friends in the Foxhole
The world is fucking weird. I don't know what to call this feeling today except off — the kind of off that makes you stop and ask, what the hell is wrong with me? A few days back I wrote about body image and self‑esteem; since then I've realized something nastier under it all: I …
Inevitable Endings
“What would have happened if he hadn’t killed himself that day?” A question I’ve been asked, and one that stirs regret—but in the end, I believe the outcome was inevitable. This post explores grief, unhealthy relationships, and the truth that sometimes, nothing could have changed the ending.
Forgiveness, on My Terms
Forgiveness isn’t always about them—it’s about us. For years, I carried the weight of anger, guilt, and expectation. But the truth is, I don’t owe him grace. I owe it to myself. This is my story of finding peace, not in forgiving the person who hurt me, but in finally forgiving myself.