Starting again.

…wondering if many of my dreams are better left behind me now.

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Life. Death. And that inbetween place.

  It’s hard to think rationally or coherently when you are going through withdrawal from benzodiazepines.  I’m 19 days into my withdrawal today.  The simplest things become the highest mountains to climb.  It’s like you are straddling a doorway between the life you once had and the death you are sure is to come at…

The shortest days. The longest days.

The image above is a hastily grabbed still from a never to be released film (i.e., drugs killed that too) I shot in the summer of 2015.  In the scene, a young girl awakes to find her boyfriend has packed and left overnight, leaving her with a simple one line note as a farewell.  She reads it,…

A little over two years ago. Good things went bad.

A little over two years ago, I was married, employed, traveling the world, and on track to being nominated for two of the top awards for someone in my chosen profession (I got one of them, but that’s further along in the story).  Basically, things were looking good.  I was happy. I was also clean…