A nightmare on Queen Street | first week sober


I’ve read about this you know, the night terrors once you decide to quit drinking. I mean, I’m not an alcoholic so it’s probably nothing to do with the fact that I haven’t put a drop of alcohol in my body since Thursday night / Friday morning (so what’s that? 2 days? Jeez is that it?! 2 days! It feels like I haven’t touched one in two weeks! Well that’s a little discouraging I’m not going to lie) Continue Reading

I threw a drink in his face. 


Well here we are again, I’m probably the most hated person in town and I’m lying in bed as I write this, crippled with embarrassment, shame and really bad anxiety. This isn’t the first time I’ve been on the ‘I’m-An-Asshole boat’ and sometimes I feel I’m the captain of this ship more than I’m not. Why do I keep doing this to myself and others? Why can’t I get to the bottom of my issues and focus on working to sort them out instead of indulging on a cocktail of class A drugs and alcohol, becoming aggressive, lashing  out in horrible ways and than blaming others for my mistakes. I need to take the time to sort out my emotions before I end up in a mental hospital or worse… a grimy jail cell..   Continue Reading