The hardest part of my fall from grace was not the next day or the day after. The hardest part is when I could not run away anymore. I could not deny what I had done
I held on to the secret of my relapse like a dirty lie that continued to whisper in my ear. Six months away the farm, and I gave in.  The actual time of my relapse happened long before I found myself on Rockaway Parkway in a minivan filled with stolen equipment. There were steps leading up to my failure. There were obvious warning signs, but noticing them meant I would have to do something about. Noticing the signs I saw meant I would have to face some painful truths.

When asked about this time in my life, I always explain that I Continue reading →

And you want to run . . .
. . .you really do
but you can’t . . .

You can’t because there’s nowhere to go
too many people depend on you
you want to hide but there’s no place to go

You think to yourself,
“It would be nice if Continue reading →