It Could Always Be Worse

  I keep hearing this: Things could be worse.  You could be blind, you could lose your legs, you could always be worse. However rationally accurate this argument can be, it isn’t healthy or fair. Maybe, if I were Jesus, I’d feel differently because I...

so far away

I have to start this post by giving a little background on myself so you understand where I am coming from when I discuss support. I was raised in a military family.  For all of my childhood we moved and left people behind. I was used to leaving people & vise...

Is It Me?

Sitting at a picnic table out side at my community college’s Woodbridge campus I heard the most difficult piece of advice I ever fully accepted. Little did I know that it was coming from a recovering alcoholic and even now I couldn’t have guessed how this...

Hang In There, Baby

Staring at the screen of this computer someone is lending me indefinitely, trying to write a post for the new website another friend made me, in a bed that someone else gave me, in a house that Doug and I are welcome to stay in rent-free, I can’t help but be...