I dreamt of you last night. It was so nice to see your beautiful face. You were laughing, tan, skin luminescent, summer blond silky hair straightened blowing in…
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“I’m sorry.” This may be the most overrated, overused phrase in my catch-all, go to, spit it out library. Most times I don’t really mean it,…
Leave a CommentI use my words. Use your voice. Tolerance. One love. #endthestigma Stigma Fighters http://stigmafighters.com/stigma-fighters-jacqueline-cioffa/
Leave a CommentMy therapist – “you’re an addict. You’re in recovery” (say what?). I don’t care how you got there, or which doctor gave you the pills.…
Leave a CommentWhen a milestone comes, embrace it. Do the happy dance, you deserve it. Whenever you push beyond the comfort zone no matter how scratchy, ridiculously uncomfortable it…
Leave a CommentBenzo withdrawal and the excruciating road to recovery is well worse than the lowest, hottest depths of hell. Actually if there was a hell, I’d…
2 Comments“It all comes back to a red metal bench in the woods, on a small hill by a nothing special pond. The air is sweet and wet and fall is here for now. Ducks sleep near the brisk, damp water waiting to take flight to sunnier places, offering no solution. I shiver and squirm in my own discomfort, clenching the bench, determined to will myself better. I’ll sit there god damn it, I’m as stubborn as you, until there is something to look forward to. I’m not pretending rosy and cheery just maybe a hint of curiosity.
Leave a CommentAuthenticity. I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the word, gargling, swishing it around in my mouth and spitting it out. If I only show…
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