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I am a recovered alcoholic with schizo-affective disorder, which is like bipolar disorder with some extra crazy thrown in. My symptoms are under control with medication and therapy.

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Where Have I Been?

I’m sorry I haven’t been around much, I was moving from a 2-bedroom to a 1-bedroom apartment. It’s a lot of work, and I threw my back out. I don’t even have my computer hooked up yet! For shame. Okay I’ll quit my whining now.

Talked to a friend today, who was “fired” by her sponsor, who said she didn’t think she was a real alcoholic. Her sponsor used to drink two fifths of liquor and some wine everyday, so she thinks my friend, who didn’t drink that much, can’t be an alcoholic. Jeez! I didn’t drink that much either and I drank around the clock. I think it’s not the quantity consumed, it’s the effect it has on you, the problems it causes in your life, and how hard it is to quit. I advised her to find a new sponsor who understands this.

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mickeyjcorrigan:

Recipe for a Long Marriage
You are a man wired to detonate. I am a woman refusing to submit to the tyranny  of domestic bliss.
The bones of our delusion clatter and crackle on our way to the kitchen for late night snackage.
We have longings but we don’t know what for.
You emanate the elite air of property ownership.  Me? I am seeping the fetid musk  of a trapped mink.
Others turn away in embarrassment when we simmer and spill over, that garlicky soup, only to link hands after dinner.

Sometimes we add ourselves to the confusion, stir and serve over ice.

mickeyjcorrigan:

Recipe for a Long Marriage

You are a man wired to detonate.
I am a woman refusing
to submit to the tyranny
of domestic bliss.

The bones of our delusion
clatter and crackle
on our way to the kitchen
for late night snackage.

We have longings
but we don’t know what for.

You emanate the elite air
of property ownership.
Me? I am seeping
the fetid musk
of a trapped mink.

Others turn away in embarrassment
when we simmer and spill over,
that garlicky soup, only to
link hands after dinner.

Sometimes we add ourselves
to the confusion, stir
and serve over ice.

2 days ago
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markhorststudio:

mark horst “injambakkam no. 18” oil on canvas. 24” x 24”

markhorststudio:

mark horst “injambakkam no. 18” oil on canvas. 24” x 24”

4 days ago
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The Drinker's Guide to Hanging Out with Sober People

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5 days ago
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markhorststudio:

mark horst “rachel weeping; ferguson, mo” conte + pastel on paper. 22” x 30”

markhorststudio:

mark horst “rachel weeping; ferguson, mo” conte + pastel on paper. 22” x 30”

3 weeks ago
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