Craving Sanity Sent me to a Cemetery

There’s something about being surrounded by dead spirits that can change a man.

Spring Grove Cemetery Cincinnati, Ohio

The last six years have been nothing short of disaster. Sometimes I wonder how I’m still alive, functioning, or able to complete a sentence. But some how, I am still here, and it’s not by choice. Because the way I have treated myself mentally, physically, and spiritually, has defied all logic. My time should have expired long ago.

But for some reason God has a greater plan for me I think. I swear I never thought I’d hear those words come out of my mouth. Yes, I am that desperate.

2017 started, and ended with hope gone wrong

It began with a drinking problem, and a toxic relationship, then ended in the same fashion.

2017 was stuck on repeat for six years, until I finally broke the trauma bond with an ex, but stumbled into a binge drinking phase that would make Charles Bukoski turn over in his grave.

I always loved to drink, I mean, escape, but now there is nothing loving about it. By the end of 2023 I was drinking to “live,” fun left the building long ago.

I repeatedly told myself, “Something had to give.”