Figuring shit out

Warning: Another long post about my internal set of affairs.
Lately I’ve been reading Tweak, by Nic Sheff — I have a real soft spot for utterly self-destructive stories of recovery. One of the places Nic rehabs has a psychological focus, working on processing past traumas and whatnot, because whether or not an addict experienced some [...]

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It never fails

Every time I get to a point where I’m thinking, yeah, I’m pretty on top of things, I’m doing good, even when bad things happen I handle them with aplomb and total health and fortune — every time this happens, I end up having panic attacks, out of fucking nowhere. I have a few theories:
1. [...]

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Quiet Times pt 2

(A side note: though it may be obvious where I work and what I do, I have avoided using the very recognizable terminology, as it could easily be googled by creepy fucks who know where I work and what I do).
At my job, we work with parents who have taken on the care of children [...]

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Quiet times pt 1

This entry got especially long, so I cut it into two parts.
The other day I was getting out of my car and got hit with an odd feeling: I am not who I was a little while ago. I live a different life. I am on completely new ground.
I don’t know if everybody experiences that [...]

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Fuck that guy

Mr. Flint emailed me. He would like to get together to “address our grievances,” if only for the sake of our mutual friends, because they shouldn’t have to choose between us. A bloo bloo bloo.
My amazing ability to read between the lines translates this for me:
“I would like to find some way to make you [...]

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